The beautiful man

Alastor glanced at the tall castle in front of him and took a deep breath as if he was preparing himself to face his mother. His hands were cold but his face didn't show a spark of fear. He clenched his fist and entered inside the castle through the huge grandeur gate.

The window frames in the castle were glistening in gold as the sun rays flowed on them. The grandness of it was so magnificent to capture one's entire heart.

It was enormously huge, decorated with all the expensive and luxurious paintings and sculptures.

Alastor walks through the hall where his parents were waiting for him at the dinner table. Alastor bowed in front of them and sat beside his Silver haired woman to have dinner.

"Did you have fun , my son?" a beautiful woman seated beside Alastor asked. Her blue eyes showered the sparkles of magic within the same as Alastor's blue eyes. She was his mother, the grand witch of Falling Mountain Sect.