Chapter 3: Grave Family
Riven's footsteps echoed within the empty hallway. He walked at a brisk pace, trying to navigate the unknown territory that was now his home.
Every few minutes, he passed a maid tending to the house. He noticed their quick glances, the subtle scoffs, and the clicking of tongues.
Was he really that bad? Hated by everyone who saw him? Though he hadn't done anything to them, it still made his chest tighten with each encounter. The weight in his heart grew heavier, like storm clouds forming in his chest, until it was hard to breathe.
Finally, he reached the dining room. His legs felt like spaghetti as he approached the door. He didn't know what to expect, but the thought of all their eyes on him made his stomach churn.
He drew a deep breath, clenched his fists, and stepped inside.
Clack—his feet hit the polished floor.
Immediately, the room stilled. Every head at the table turned toward him.
Then, just as quickly, they turned away.
Riven felt a sharp sting in his chest. He hadn't expected it to be this bad. Their indifference froze him in place. He didn't take another step.