Christopher Nightingale belonged to the royal family of great Britain. The Nightingale family has been in rule for decades since the 1700s.

The Nightingale family is the wealthiest family. Few years ago theu used to rival the Worthington family. A wealthy pious family. Until the night of the tragedy. The Worthington estate was set alight killing the main members except the young son, Nathaniel Worthington who went missing

12 years later, the Nightingale family has been the highest-ranking family since then. Christopher is now 17 and attends the Camelot Academy. A school for the elite. And he... practically runs that school.

A few weeks earlier there had been a new student. His name was nothing but Nat. He had bright luscious golden blonde hair and green eyes that made him look ethereal. Nat always covered himself staying hidden from everyone else. Only Christopher has ever seen him by accident after school one day.

Christopher always felt something was off with this 'Nat'. He once even presented a Picture of him to his parents. His mother, Rosalie and father Leonardo was shocked. They stared at the picture. "Where did you get this?" His father asked sternly. Christopher told them it was a new student named Nat. Rosalie caressed the picture. "He looks so much like her..." she whispered leaving Christopher in confusion and curiosity.

A month or some time later their class headed to the national museum as a rich people activities. Horse carriages, men in suits. Woman in beautiful attire busy streets.

At the museum there was a separate room. The rest of the students were admiring the painting and sculptures and so on. They walked into the private room by their personal tour guide when they froze. Nat. As they call him stood infront of the massive painting done many years ago of the Worthington family. His hood fell off his head revealing a striking resemblance that was almost uncanny to the man next to the woman holding the baby.