Don walked through the Williams estate with a dark and sullen expression, yet almost ironically, there was a small smile playing on his lips, trying to hide his expression.
And yet, everywhere the young master passed, snickers followed, be it from the guards, or the other servants in the estate. Ever since Dion could remember, these Snickers have always followed after him. From the curiosity of why it was so, to the anger at realizing why it was so, until It had reached the point where it no longer angered him, and was now something akin to a mild buzzing next to his ear.
Dion had long realized it was because of his illegitimate status in this House. How good would it have been if he wasn't even born in a royal house to begin with? He thought. But he soon broke out of those thoughts as he reached the residence of the family head.
The guard at the entrance of the residence, even after fully knowing why he was here sent bared their spears together, blocking his way.
