Family.
They called it an unbreakable bond, something sacred, something worth bleeding for.
'What a joke.'
In the Valentine household, family was nothing more than a gilded cage, painted with words like 'honor' and 'duty'.
Love? Warmth? Those were luxuries reserved for the "worthy". Leon of course was always the unworthy one.
His siblings were praised as prodigies, while he was paraded as the family's disgrace, a living reminder that even a noble blood could birth something useless.
Family dinners were less meals and more trials for him, where every word stabbed him like a knife.
But Veronica…
She never bothered with such things.
She never really cared.
Born the eldest in the family, yet a girl… she, too, was looked down upon at first.
Until the day she showed traces of miracles.
She was called a prodigy. A genius of the century.
Where most humans awakened only after a certain age. She came into the world already awakened.
