"Brother?" Alex asked.
"What is it, Alex?" I replied putting down the files I had been scanning.
"What's this mark?" He asked running up to me and poking me in the neck at the sight where the seal was placed.
"N-nothing. Its nothing, just a tattoo." I stated
"Does mommy and daddy know you have that tattoo?" He asked
"Yes, they were the reason I got this 'tattoo'." I replied
"Does it have a special meaning?" he asked
"I'll tell you when you get older, now its time for bed , run along." I said yawning. It had been an eventful day exploring the manor and going through the previous family's belongings. I walked the long hallway to my bedroom. Flopping onto the bed, I thought back on what Sebastian had said about the room.
" This was once your grandfather's bedroom and it holds many secrets within it's walls."
I shook the memory from mind, I had been thinking all day about exactly what he meant by that. Was it literal or not?
"Young Master?" Sebastian asked through the closed door, knocking on it lightly.
"Yes? Come in." I replied sitting up.
" I have something for you. Something every head of the Phantomhive family should have." He stated, bending low, and opening his palm to display a ring.
"It's the family ring!" I exclaimed taking it from him "Where'd you get this?"
"If I couldn't track down a precious family heirloom, what kind of butler would I be?" He asked smirking
" A normal one." I replied sarcastically. I slipped the ring onto each of my fingers, but I found it was too big on almost all of them, except my thumb.
"I suppose your right." Sebastian admitted
"What did you mean about the walls?" I asked
"About the walls, sir?" He asked
"Yesterday you said the walls held secrets. Did you mean that in a literal way?"
"A literal way in fact, sir." he replied " the walls hold many secrets."
He walked to the dresser and slid his hand behind it. A loud, sliding sound echoed. The wall indented, and slid aside, slipping into a hollow space behind the section next to it. I gasped in amazement.
"Now, if you'll follow me." Sebastian stated lighting the candelabra that sat on the nightstand.
I stood before the opening in the wall, the air was stale, and dusty. I coughed as Sebastian led me down the stone stairwell. As we made our decent I notice doors lining the walls on either side.
This must have been for a quick escape.
The stairs ended at a old wooden door, with a iron padlock hanging, locking us out.
"Got a key?" I asked.
"But of course." Sebastian replied pulling out a skeleton key from his pocket. The lock groaned with its age as it was turned open. Once the lock was off the door swung open, cold, stale gust of wind blew from the room and up the staircase. Sebastian walked into the room, lighting the candles that adorned the walls.
The room was of medium size, a desk was towards the back, a large worn leather chair pushed behind it. Afire place was built into the wall, half burnt logs still inside. A bookshelf was pushed up against the wall notebooks and documents overflowing from it.
"What is this place?" I asked pulling a notebook from the stack and skimming the pages.
" Your grandfather's private office, this is where he kept all his secrets." Sebastian replied.