(Victorian era) Charles waited by the door,knowing that the he would be the next one to be yelled at. After the crying mother left, he took his position and entered the heavily decorated room. Charles ran his right hand through his black hair and fixed his tie. "daddy?" Charles knew he wasn't his real dad, but he knew the man insisted on being called the name.what else could you do if you were only 12.His hazel eyes shock and his pink lips quivered in fear. The butler left the room and so did the maids, it was just the two of them. "I just wanted to say goodnight," he started to approach the couch, and sat down next to him.