Title Translation: I am sorry.
It was a normal day for the black haired Slytherin. Sitting in the study room, reading over a black book with silver designs that had no title. It was part of his daily routine. He had to memorize the whole book before summer, or his title as heir to the Haven-Escanora family would be passed down to Maven. So far, most of the book was already memorized. The book started with a certain royal family-the Pendragons. King Uther, King Arthur, and the Lady Morgana Pendragon. As much as Lucien wished to be a descendant of King Arthur, he knew he wasn't. The Escanora family was a direct descendant of the old religion's high priestess. Most of his family worshiped her as if she was a goddess. Lucien didn't however. She was an evil woman and deserved no respect from him. The door that lead into the study room swung open with a slight creak that echoed off the walls encasing it, causing Lucien to look up and stop thinking about how he hated his history. A familiar red haired girl entered the room, Verla. It seems like she had gotten his letter. It was silly to send a letter over something so small. He wrote very little on it. It had simply stated "Meet me in the study room? ~L.A.E." Six words and his initials. "Ah, you actually came, please sit, if you would like." He said pointing to an empty chair in front of him that he had saved for Verla.
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My eyes aren't both blue. One is green. One is blue.
My theory. Music can fix anything. Anything.