7 Shes dead. (1/1)

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Upon reaching his bedroom, Alex quietly shut he door. He opened the large window nearby his bed and laid on the bed. Staring at the full moon, his heart clenched.He imagined how his mother must have looked like.

He remembered how his father always used to frown whenever young Alex asked about his mother. He knew that the lady whose portrait hung in The Great Hall was not his biological mother. There was something that the Royal family hid from him.

But one fine day...

”I need to know who my real mother is My Lord”, the little boy asked his father as his eyes reddened out of frustration.

”I want to see her! Where is she? I know that the Queen is not my mother. I'm tired! Please.. please”, Alex pleaded. He broke into tears. He wanted to know his identity. His true identity.

Seeing the 5 year old crying, Lord Randolph stood up from his chair, took long strides towards the door and locked the room. He stood for a while, hearing the soft sobs of his son, he turned around and walked slowly to the spot.

Seeing the shoes, Alex looked up. The Lord held his son's tender arms and lifted him up.

”You cannot be this weak Alexander. Your mother was one of the strongest woman I've seen.”, he smiled gently as he remembered his beautiful lady.

”She was beautiful.. most beautiful”, he said proudly. ”But fate has its ways dear. We were not destined to be together.”, there was utter sadness in his eyes as he spoke.

Looking at his son, he smiled seeing his confused face.

”Your mother was a white witch.”, he revealed. The boy slack-jawed.

”Father can I meet my mother? Please”, Alex spoke by clasping his hands. His eyes showed sincere desire to meet his mother.

The Lord released his grip from the boy's arm and walked towards the window. The wind hit his face. His black hair disheveled. As he closed his eyes, ”She's dead”, he spoke. His face showed no emotions, as a single tear flowed down his left cheek.

The boy stood @