Everyone has their backstory. "She sounds like a wonderful person. I am just a glimpse of her shadow." Abrielle answered.
Her statement might sound ambiguous but it was what she felt. Abrielle Nightshade wasn't a shining light but was a spoiled, rich noble who only believed in her happiness.
"At least that's what I remember from memories that seemed so distant," Aurelius replied.
"I wonder if I can get to see more images of her." She mentioned. The drawing she saw wasn't very detailed, although she recognised the resemblance.
"I never doubted that I wasn't a Nightshade since I held some resemblance to my parents. I had Pierre's eyes and Rebecca's hair. They were wonderful people who treasured me until the truth got known. It might seem like my life was a lie, but I refuse to believe so."
