A young boy walked slowly through an empty corridor of a large manor. The dying light of the sun entered the corridor through the large windows that went along the wall on his left. It made it seem as if fire had filled the building. It caused his orange hair to glow like fire. His hair framed his face and went to just above his shoulders. His dark rusty orange eyes were full of loneliness and sadness.
He passed the many large paintings of some of the previous heads of his family. His footsteps echoed around him as he walked. He stopped at the end when he heard something other than his footsteps. He teared up as he recognized the familiar voices in the library at the other end of the corridor. His mother and father were fighting again.
He took off running as his tears fell. His black shoes clacked against the smooth large diamond patterned brown granite floor as he ran toward a set of spiral stairs after turning right around a corner and into another corridor.
The staircase was a beautiful dark redwood. A fern sat in a red clay pot upon a dark redwood side table with a Greek woman carved out in the center of the base. A maid watched from her place by the plant as he ran up the stairs. 'There he goes again. He will most likely not come down for some time,' she thought with a sad expression.
The boy was now in the music room. The room was large and completely white. The sun added a splash of color along with the instruments that were placed around the room. Colomns were in each corner. He ran over to a set of double glass French doors. He opened them and entered his father's drawing room. He stopped when he saw the butler. The butler gave a sad expression and scooped him up. "Well, Young Master, are they fighting again?"
He nodded as he sobbed. The butler held him as the young child cried. "Why are you not in the Music Room this time?"
"I do not like people finding me all the time."
"Aww...how about you find a new place to hide?"
He nodded and the butler set him down, knowing the boy needed a place to escape the every day fighting and anger. He watched as the boy ran out. "I only wish that he had been born to the Master. He would not suffer had he been."
"How can you exclude me?! I am your wife!" shouted the child's mother.
"You can hardly be called a wife! You cheated on me with a damn thief! At the pub no less! How can you so easily do such a horrible and unforgivable act?!" shouted her husband.
"He was a much better lover than you! He knew how to treat me right! He was sweet to me! Unlike you!"
He gave a look of pure disgust at the accusation. "I was sweet to you!"
"When we met! When our parents put us together! As soon as we married, you changed! I could not stand seeing my husband turn into such a despicable monster!"
"So, you thought it would be okay for you to cheat on me?!"
"I was drunk!" she shouted, tears coming to her blue eyes. "I was upset that you excluded me from the inheritance when you talked to Father!"
He knew she was speaking of his own father. "You have no right to call him your own! And that bastard child needs to leave!"
"I know he does! He cannot do a thing right! I will send him to an orphanage this Sunday if you let me have my rightful place on the inheritance list!"
He growled as his sister entered with her own baby. The boy she held slept in her arms. "You two should lower your voices. We have children who are trying to sleep!" she hissed.
Her brother glared at her. "I don't give a damn about the brats right now!"
She huffed. "How dare you insult my children and our brother's! You are truly a monster as she often accuses you of being!"
His wife glanced at her thankfully. The two were close. She watched as her husband stormed out, ending the conversation immediately. The sister walked over to her, glad her child was still asleep. "What will you do, Karen?"
Karen sighed. "My husband is truly a monster. I miss the man I fell in love with. I suppose I shall take Sinbad to the orphanage even if I am not put back on the list. Brat is always stumbling about and breaking things."
The sister sighed. "I will take him. Jack has a meeting to attend to in Germany. You are to be by his side by right of marriage."
Karen nodded. "Thank you, Elizabeth."
A pair of green eyes watched from the corner. "They are always fighting thanks to her. What was once a happy romance is now a bitter hatred. She should have known her tendency to drink would get her in trouble. Sinbad is just another consequence she has to pay. She is doing the family a favor by getting rid of him." The eyes belonged to an old woman long past. She was the wife of the fourth head. She often walked the corridors of the manor, watching, listening. She would make sure everyone was doing a right decision. Well, right in her eyes and in the eyes of the nobles.
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