The castle used to be the primordial lycan king's palace, reason it was so large and richly decorated. Evelyn could see the sculptures and drawings of the lycans at every turn. Some of them resembled Lord Vlad, making her wonder if they were his family.
He must have missed them a lot. Evelyn thought. After all, she also missed her family, and wished she'd one day know or hear the true story regarding her birth.
Soon, she found herself staring at a vivid painting of Vlad and a young woman. The woman was smiling and Vlad was standing behind her, one of his hands rested on her shoulder, while the other hand was tucked into his cloak.
He was as cold and unfriendly as she knew him to be, but there was an unmistakable faint smile in his eyes, one that he was now incapable of showing.
"Who are you, and what are you doing there?" a feminine voice cut through her thoughts.
