Chapter 28: Purge
I looked over to Elune. I knew it was just a painting so it was possible that somehow - someone like Elune, that wouldn’t have been too unlikely for her - this painting of the Founder and Luc together was made recently. But that didn’t make sense. Why would someone - even Elune - paint a picture like this now?
I then moved on to the second painting, and again, there was Luc in it. It was yet another painting with the Founder. This time they were sitting at a table together, discussing something. They both carried rather serious expression, but their body gesture seemed animated. The looked like they were having some super interesting conversation and were excited about it.
The next picture was also with Luc and the founder. They were standing but lurched over a table looking at some sort of a drawing made on a big paper. It seemed to be a blue print. They seemed to be planning something, and it was clear they were rather pleased with themselves for having come up with the plan.
Then the story went on and on. At some point Luc was hunting with the founder. There wasa faint smile on her face. On another picture they were enjoying a glass of wine each, Luc leaning back on her chair casually, her legs crossed, her perfectly shaped nose taking in the scent of wine.
After some more pictures, there was one where Luc was looking over the Founder laying on the bed. The Founder had aged a lot by then, and it seemed to be his last moment on his death bed. He was saying something, something very important. Surprisingly, there was no one else in the picture. Just Luc and the Founder.
Luc stood there listening, attentively, and with great sadness in her eyes. She seemed genuinely sad at the passing of the Founder.
But she didn’t seem to have aged at all.
In the next picture Luc was with a new young man that was not the Founder. But judging by the similarity of their facial features, it seemed he was the son of the Founder - the heir.
Similar pictures followed. Luc with the new heir discussing, debating, and deliberating. There were now more pictures of the Roen Family and various events. The house was becoming bigger, the dinner tables were topped with more lavish food, the ceremonial events were getting grander.
Yet, throughout all these pictures. Luc wasn’t aging.
Another death bed, another sadness in Luc’s eyes.