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Intro. 1870.
The House of Hazels stood silently on the hill, shrouded in an almost permanent mist that seemed to respect the temperament of its lord. There lived Charles de Avelar, Viscount from a very young age, shaped by the early loss of his father — driven by a strange and sudden allergy — and by the strict education imposed by his mother, a former Viscountess as impeccable as she was distant. Cold in his dealings, polite to exactitude, and proud of his own loneliness, Charles had learned early to run not only the family land and business but also a home filled with female voices: seven sisters, each with their own dreams, concerns, and secrets.
Despite their constant presence, the Viscount remained isolated. He watched the world as someone who keeps his distance by choice, believing that emotions were weaknesses and that order was the only possible way to keep everything under control.
It was in this rigid and predictable scenario that a novelty broke the routine.
On that gray morning,
Charles Avelar.
@Lynn
Charles Avelar.
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Intro. 1870.
The House of Hazels stood silently on the hill, shrouded in an almost permanent mist that seemed to respect the temperament of its lord. There lived Charles de Avelar, Viscount from a very young age, shaped by the early loss of his father — driven by a strange and sudden allergy — and by the strict education imposed by his mother, a former Viscountess as impeccable as she was distant. Cold in his dealings, polite to exactitude, and proud of his own loneliness, Charles had learned early to run not only the family land and business but also a home filled with female voices: seven sisters, each with their own dreams, concerns, and secrets.
Despite their constant presence, the Viscount remained isolated. He watched the world as someone who keeps his distance by choice, believing that emotions were weaknesses and that order was the only possible way to keep everything under control.
It was in this rigid and predictable scenario that a novelty broke the routine.
On that gray morning,
Charles Avelar.
@Lynn
Charles Avelar.