8 Lady Rowena (1/2)

He stared at the painting. He felt like he had a strange connection with this beauty.

She looked smarter and wiser than most. Her wisdom was evident in the brow and curve of her full lips. Her hazel eyes showed her soul. Her skin looked pale, but her face glowed with confidence. Her dainty nose was imposing. Long, wavy brown hair, so smooth and silky, almost as it looked like a pastel painting. With her hair of wool and her head held high, she looked confident.

Rushing towards the mirror, he placed the painting to the right of him. Looking at the reflection of the two images on the mirror, a painting, and the other one was still alive, Alex trembled. His fingers started shaking. His lips quivered.

”Mother?”, his voice shook.

He resembled her.

Looking at the picture, Alex was assured that this lady was no ordinary.

He then remembered what his father told him once.

'You cannot be this weak Alexander. Your mother was one of the strongest women I've seen.'.

”Your mother was one of the strongest women I've seen.” he murmured again and again.

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The picture clearly depicted how confident and strong the lady looked.

His eyes looked like hers.

No wonder why his father had kept in a secret drawer.

He felt frustrated for not finding this painting before. After all these years, never did he ever was able to get to the secret drawer. The questions which ran in his mind for years started forming more in numbers and hit his mind hard like the sea tides hitting the seashore rocks. He was in a complete mess. He needs to dig out the answers hidden deep inside. His identity was a mystery.

Closing the wardrobe, he got out of the room and closed it. With the painting rolled in his hand, he carefully kept in his coat pocket and took long strides and walked towards his room. Upon reaching, he started searching for files containing information about the white witches. Finding nothing important, he threw the files on the floor. His eyes started changing its color. The nerves started popping out of this forehead. He clenched his fists, the nails dug deep into his skin. Gritting his teeth, he slammed his fist hard on to the table. His table broke into pieces. Being a vampire his strength was of no comparison with the humans.

Hearing the loud thud, the butler rushed to the Lord's room.

He knocked on the door thrice.

”Come in,” Alexander took a deep breath and spoke.

”Milord, is everything alright?” Julius asked as his eyebrows furrowed.

He received no response from him.

After a while, thinking that he might have some clue about the painting, he spoke,

”You've served the Royal family for centuries. You had served before even when I was born.”

Julius had no clue what the Lord was talking about.

”Yes My Lord. It's my honor to serve the Royal family and will keep serving,” he spoke with his right fist placed on his left chest.