Daisy tossed and turned the portrait, not sure what to make of it before staring at it for a long moment. This was Rhain. There was no way anyone would resemble him this much unless he had a twin, but that wouldn't make sense with the timeline either.
At last, when she couldn't find any explanation, she thought perhaps the painter didn't get the portrait accurately, so perhaps this great-great-grandfather resembled him somehow. She wasn't content with that explanation, but it was the only one she could think of.
"This place is odd," she murmured to herself, glancing around the room once more. The portraits, the paintings, they all seemed to tell a tale she wasn't sure she wanted to unravel. Clutching the book from the library closer, she hurried out of the room, an eerie chill creeping up her spine as she stepped back into the echoing halls.
