Mr. Isaac Quinto pov

I came back finally to my home, to my small town. Someone in my shoes would feel comfortable with that. But not me! I couldn't. How I could be after being in the world war 2 for seven fucking years. I'd lost my precious years as teenagers. Yes, I was just 27 years old, but anyone could feel that I have changed a lot.

Even my castle seems lifeless to me, flowers are almost dead, no parents. I couldn't see them before dying. I hadn't got the chance, there were no communications or letters. Nothing but blood and weapons and darkness everywhere. Until— night reached my heart. Nightmares didn't leave.

I was sleeping with half sealed eyes, I just hoped that I could forget everything had happened in that awful war.

Deep inside me, I was glad to see my servants still there. So, my castle was always the same except, I wasn't me anymore.

I knew deep inside me that I would need a war with myself. To come back to the old me. But I was like dead and dead people can't go back to life again.

I stomped inside the castle not caring to even smile at my loyal butler or the head of a housekeeper who used to be my nanny when I was still a kid. I couldn't!

But that girl made me talk! She dared me with her puppy eyes. She didn't look scared of my rudeness or from the scary voice of me. She surely had shaken something inside my heart. But dammit! She looked so young, cute and beautiful but tiny and skinny and young.

Women? Nah, I didn't miss them at all. Someone in my place wouldn't care to fuck a woman. Because we would do it roughly without noticing. Killing made me a monster!

So, that's why I did my best to stay away as much as I could from anyone.

But— that seemed impossible.

I stormed to my old room upstairs, I wanted to go to my parents' room first. But I just didn't find the courage to do so. My heart was still bleeding, and I had missed them a lot.

I was shocked to find my room clean and neat. Everything was still the same.

A manly cough behind me made me turn my head, he was my butler with his wide smile, "Mr. Isaac, welcome home son."

"I am not your son," I said rudely.

He coughed, embarrassed, and nodded, "yes, sure. Sorry, sir. The breakfast will be ready in five minutes. Do you want the servant to prepare your shower first??"

I shook my head staring at the ceiling, not caring to look at his face "no, I will eat first."

He bowed his head a bit and stepped backward, going down.

I roamed my room, checking everything. It was hard for me to be hit by the old memories in just minutes. It was like a long but high-speed movie scrolling down in my head.

I frowned, and I took off my jacket and walked down slowly to the dining room. Where I was supposed to find my breakfast. But instead, I heard a cute cheerful voice, "Mr, please, the breakfast is in the garden."

I turned my head and raised an eyebrow when my eyes met that cute new maid "who are you again?"

She knelt awkwardly while smiling happily as if she was kneeling to a king, she said, "I am Serena! The new maid, sir."

I stepped closer to her, she trembled a bit under my scary gaze, I patted her head, "okay, I am not a king. So don't kneel again."

She made a soldier salute by her delicate tiny hand, "yes, sir."

I stared at her in disbelief, "you know what! Just go and bring breakfast here."

She didn't stop smiling for god sake! I wasn't in the mood yet.

She shrugged her shoulders and said quietly as an angel, "no, I can't you need to breathe fresh air. So—"

She lingered her words in the air and then ran towards me.

I muttered unsure," what are you doing?"

And guess what— she tried to push me away from my back by all her efforts to get out to the garden.

But she couldn't move me an inch, I was muscled and strong like Hercules, and she was very tiny, almost less than my half-size body.

I huffed, "dammit! Stop."

She froze in her place and looked at me with her puppy husky eyes.

"Why are you sad now?" I felt like I killed that little girl's happiness. She seemed like she might cry at any second.

She lowered her eyes to the floor and fiddled nervously with her fingers "they told me that everyone here is like one big family, and my dad just sold me for working here as a maid. My half-brothers hate me already. And my mom is dead, and you started yelling at me."

Too much explanation and I'd no idea what her name was yet. I knew I asked her by the castle gate, but I just forgot.

I furrowed my brow and decided to surrender to her, "okay, I will eat in the garden. But tell me your name first?"

She raised her head instantly and jumped in her place like a rabbit childishly "really? You will eat in the garden? Oh my god. I am a Serena. Please come, I cooked the food for you."

And she pulled my head innocently, and I swear I felt like my heart dropped in my feet.

Something about her was making me want to smile, her eyes gave me hopes. As if I was going to start a new life.

But dammit! The rude Mr monster inside me wasn't yet adapted to deal with a normal human being, however.

Once I sat my ass to the chair and checked the food. I found milk, and some fruit and cheese and dammit! I hated all of these things.

I yelled immediately, "Thomas!"

Thomas rushed towards me, "yes, sir."

I grabbed the food tray and threw it to the floor, "What is the trash? I hate these things, and you knew it already!"

"Sir— it's Serena's idea, sorry. I will make sure to—" he stuttered.

And Serena blurted out angrily to my face while she was picking the food from the floor "you're a monster! I hate you already. I am leaving after cleaning this mess."

I had no idea what happened to me when she said she was going to leave. I felt like the sun was going to leave again.

I pulled her hand to help her stand up on her feet, and without hesitation, I squeezed her wrist by my firm grip and said in graving tone "you would never leave me or that castle until your death! Got that!"

Fuck dammit! What was going on with me!