Kian led Eva into the great hall. Splendid as always, he was already used to the extravagance of the Carltons. Being an old family, and renowned in Crimson City, they always had the best and choicest artifacts on display and decorating their walls, as if they expected the entire world to remember their nobility.
Guests always stopped to admire the family's paintings and the antiques the Carltons liked to collect. Although many of them belonged to their family and ancestors.
Eva walked with Kian past the aisle of paintings several years old. So many centuries that she had left this world, but it seemed that everything changed in an instant. Wars, governments, and cruel revolutions.
