- Acelin’s P.O.V
- I rasped my knuckles on the mahogany double doors that guarded my mother’s parlor. The sound of the knock reverberated through the empty hallways and I took a minute to admire the woodwork while I waited on my mother to answer. Truly, there was none other like Michelangelo.
- “You called, mother?” I opened the door after I had permission to come in.