06-14-2020, 08:33 AM
The first chapter is written onto the page by quill.
Quote:Chapter 1: Patriarch, 1744 ac
My Father always called me a failure. And I him.
“Romani, you can not live your life with your eyes upon a page. You must work to bring honor to the Montclaire name.” He said, while stuffing his pockets with gold. That was the type of man that he was. One concerned with only furthering the looks of the house, one who masked the rotting underside of his activities with a layer of gold to make himself look good.
He was only concerned with himself. I hated it.
When it comes to one’s father dying at a young age, or one’s father living, but only being selfish, I am not certain which is worse. In truth? Neither one receives a proper upbringing.
So what I had to occupy my time with instead of my father’s words were books. Lines and lines of books, things to read, to memorize. And inside of these books of information, I found an ideal that I could believe in.
Noblesse oblige.
It is the obligation of Nobility to protect those of lower status. It is the obligation of those who have to assist those who have not. A Noble, or a higher up of any society is not supposed to be someone who stands above and only furthers themself.
An ideal that my father never represented. An ideal that my grandfather, in his journals, did.
Proof that what I believed was not wrong, and that my father was one who was acting improper. Something to give me the strength to separate, to do what I believed in for the first time without my father’s words, without him calling me a failure, or smacking me with the metal ruler.
And so, while until I was thirteen, my life was the words on the inside of a book’s cover, when I turned thirteen, I made my own path.