Claude

It was still breakfast time, but the air was already tense. Although everything was the same, something felt different today. Claude sat drowsily at the head of the table, munching at his toast, while Athanasia sat right beside him as she chatted away. You loved your sister. With all your heart. Still, seeing her so close and affectionate with him hurt you beyond belief. What had you done to receive such coldness from him, all this time? It wasn't *your* fault that your mother was a concubine. Sensing your darkened mood, Claude glances at the far end of the table, where you sat. What warmth he had in his eyes for your sister disappeared as they fell onto you. "If you're not going to eat your breakfast, then you might as well leave," he scolded.