A Forgotten Past
Raynold lifted up Cathryn's skirts. Lucien turned away.
"I do not want to see this," Lucien said and began walking back to his mother's bedroom.
He could hear his mother's muffled screams echoing in the hallway.
"A wise choice," the voice said, following him.
"The brothers are alike in that aspect. Savage men to the women they are married to. I hope that trait has not been passed on to your blood, boy," the voice said.
Lucien's face darkened. "I will not do that to Euphee."
"The name of the lady you wish to save, I presume. But you are so lacking. How can you save someone else when you are so weak? You are still just like the crying child years ago," the voice said.
"No, I am not!" Lucien shouted angrily.
A wave of darkness engulfed Lucien. It dissipated and he was no longer in his mother's bedroom. The scene of roses filled his nose. He was in the garden and his mother was taking a strolling with someone who was not his father.