Since he was little, Vincent never had the chance to enjoy his parents' love. At the age of 3, his mother died giving birth to his little brother.
His father, already distant, grew even colder from that day on.
Little Vincent found himself growing up under his father's rigid rule from then on, a rigid education, strict discipline, harsh training, everything except the warmth of a family.
That was something he would never come to know.
His life turned gray and colorless from that point forward, and even his brother's birth did nothing to change that. If anything, it only brought resentment, because in his young mind, his brother had been the one who took his mother away.
If it hadn't been for one particular person back then, Vincent truly feared that resentment could have grown into something far more dangerous.
That person was Celeste, a slave who worked in the manor.
