
Markus' father, Mars helped design Versailles many years ago (or so he claims). Nevertheless, he liked the palace so much, he demolished his current palace and rebuilt it as a direct replica to Versailles.
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Titus strode confidently along the roof of the villa in the middle of the night. He liked to walk along the roof at night because it offered him a rare chance to be free from the bustle of royal life. As Elves did not require sleep, the night hours could turn very tedious very quickly. He chuckled to himself as he imagined the look on his father's face if he were to be caught. Although, he really had Markus to thank for this sanctuary. It was rare moments like this where he actually wished for his little brother to be around. Titus sat down above a window and leaned back against the cool roof tiles as he surveyed the palace gardens dappled in moonlight below.
Titus was beginning to relax when he suddenly felt a presence behind him. He slowly looked up, his eyes full of dread, to see his mother standing behind him balancing on top of a weather vane. "Hi mum!" he said in an unusually high tone. His mother smiled, "Enjoying the night air?" Titus relaxed. She wasn't here to bust him. He shrugged and returned his gaze to garden, "I guess so. I like the view from up here." His mother smiled, "As I recall, Markus showed you this little hideout when he was a child." "Ah, that takes me back. It feels like it happened forever ago yet it's only been a few years" Titus responded.
His mother laughed softly, "That is indeed strange."
"Excuse me?" Titus turned around, confused.
"It is a strange thing to hear coming from a man just hitting 185."
"Elf, mum, elf" Titus corrected her, "and don't remind me. I hate being reminded."
"You really miss him don't you?" she asked softly.
Titus shrugged, still looking at the garden, "I miss him a little bit but honestly I'm glad he's not here. I'm sure he's happier at that school. He's staying there over the break after all."
"Do you really mean that?" she pressed.
Titus rose to his feet, anger burning in his eyes as he faced her. "In case you have forgotten, he hates us, and I personally do not blame him for it. The last place he wants to be is here!" The air around him heated slightly then cooled. Titus took a deep breath. "I'm going for a walk." He jumped off the roof and landed in the courtyard. He threw his hands into his pockets and quickly walked away from the palace into the gardens.
His mother watched him go then looked in the direction she knew the academy to be. "Markus" she whispered, a single tear welling in her eye.