Emma Greville

As I glared at the carriage, a young girl of about 3 years with blonde hair and blue eyes, her appearance akin to a little angel, stood beside a tall, buffed-up man named Renald Greville, Patriarch of the Greville family. Similar in height to Adam, my father, Renald had blonde hair, green eyes, and a long beard, holding the young girl's hand.

--Badum--Badum--

'Why is my heart racing at such a pace when I see her?' My heart continued to race as I saw her, My teeth and Nails started growing back.'

'Is this feeling hatred? But why? she didn't do anything to me then why is my body reacting like this? Perhaps its not me, I didn't think of this possibility, what if he is still here within me?'

Renald stretched his hand, initiating a formal greeting. "It's been a while, Adam. The last time we met was in the academy festival."

Adam shook Renald's hand, acknowledging our shared history. " Come, let's get into the mansion and talk further while the kids can show each other around." Tension hung in the air, visible among the two parties.

Renald agreed with a simple, "Sure."

My thoughts raced, questioning Renald's purpose for meeting my father.

Adam directed his daughter, "Evangelion, take care of Emma in the garden while we adults will be in my office," and with that, both patriarchs left the trio alone."

In the awkward atmosphere, Emma observed me. 'Looks like these are the children of the Nightshade family. Father told me that the son of the Nightshade family will become my fiancé. But why is he wearing that hoodie? I can't even see his face.'

Evangeline decided to break the ice. "Hi Emma, my name is Evangeline Nightshade."

'I fear I might just end her life if I were to stay even close by her, I must not let him control my emotions.'

I "Orion Nightshades, sister. I'm going to go to sleep. Call me for lunch." With that, I left the scene, leaving Emma with her curiosity and judgments.

 "Orion, come back! Orion... Sigh, I'm sorry about that, Emma. he doesn't like to talk to strangers."

 'Huh, rude fellow didn't even give a proper greeting.'

Trying to salvage the situation, Emma suggested, "Don't worry, big sister. I understand. Why don't we take a walk in the garden and collect some flowers to make a crown?"

Evangeline agreed, "Yes, let's go."

Inside the mansion, I went to my room, directly above the mansion, and pressed my ear onto the floor to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"What is your purpose of visit Renald?"

"I am here to propose a marriage between our families, between your son and my daughter"

"And why do you think I would allow my heir to marry your daughter?"

"I know Adam, the fact that you hate Orion, as he is completely differe

Adam, curious about the purpose of Renald's sudden visit, questioned him. Renald revealed his desire for a political marriage between our families to secure his position against a coup from the branch family. He sought Adam's help, proposing that I become the fiancé to his daughter.

Adam, protective of his daughter and resentful of me, resisted. Renald, however, keenly aware of Adam's sentiments, proposed a mutually beneficial alliance. The meeting continued until common ground was reached.

I, fueled by hatred as I overheard the conversation, desired to kill Renald, not merely as a scapegoat but as revenge for the perceived sins against my mother. To relieve my hatred, Adam went to the forest to hunt some wild animals.

Meanwhile, in the garden, Evangeline and Emma had fun making flower crowns. As evening came, Evangeline decided to fetch me for lunch.

Emma, curious and hopeful, asked, "Sister, can I also come?"

Evangeline sighed but agreed, "Fine, come. Let's go."

Entering my room, they found me sleeping without a care. Evangeline sighed in relief, realizing they had arrived just in time.

She urged, "Orion, get up. It's lunchtime. Freshen up and change your clothes; you're sweaty and smelling bad." The apparent sweat marks on my hoodie were, in fact, bloodstains, the reason why I wore the black hoodie.

With a nod, Evangeline left the room, and I, after changing into a black loose shirt and shorts, followed suit.

When I was about to leave my room, Emma stood there stunned by my appearance.

I, with a dismissive wave of my hand, turned away from Emma. My icy demeanor seemed to chill the room even further.

Orion: "Fine, but don't let it happen again."

Evangeline, with a comforting smile, extended her hand towards Emma.

Evangeline: "Don't mind him, Emma. He's always like this. Come on, let's not keep our father's waiting."

As they left the room, Emma couldn't help but glance back at me, my striking appearance leaving a lasting impression on her. The rumors about me being a cursed child seemed even more unfathomable now. She was beginning to realize that there was much more to me than met the eye.