4
Years passed after the death of Ashreil’s mother.
The house that once echoed with her gentle voice grew colder and emptier with every season.
Each day, he watched the world move on, yet his heart remained chained to the memory of her smile, the way she shielded him from pain
Time moved forward, but for Ashreil, it felt as if part of him had been buried with her.
The pendant she had entrusted to him before her final breath still shone faintly,
a reminder that her love had not left him.
when he felt like breaking,
his hand touched the pendant,
and he remembered his mother’s voice
Niana Tremaine (MC's mother)
"Be strong, my son. One day, this curse will break."
The house feels cold and heavy. Ashreil works quietly, broom in hand.
Ashreil Tremaine(MC)
"sweeping the floor"
Garrik enters, his eyes sharp with disdain.
Garrik Tremaine (stepfather of mc)
(Voice firm, bitter)
Ashreil!, you are not my child. so don't expect kindness from me!
Ashreil Tremaine(MC)
(Ashreil lowers his head, clutching the broom tighter.)
Anastasia and Drizella enter, laughing cruelly.
Anastasia Tremaine (stepsister of mc)
(smug)
Look at him—sweeping like a servant.😏
Drizella Tremaine(stepsister of mc)
(mocking)
Mother would be so proud of her little broom boy!
They laugh louder, pointing at him. Ashreil says nothing, his silence only fueling their cruelty.
The once gentle home had become a prison of cruelty.
Day after day, Ashreil swept the floors, carried water, and endured words that cut deeper than any blade.
Ashreil pauses, exhaustion in his eyes. His hand drifts to the pendant resting on his chest. He closes his eyes, whispering softly.
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