Edward sat on his study chair for what seemed like hours as he rubbed his aching head. He had been thinking too much now and it was beginning to affect him. He just couldn't take it anymore. He had to call in the doctor.He looked to his side and saw a stick of cigar on his study table. He had stopped smoking before he went to war as he was becoming addicted to it and didn't want it to affect his marriage when he got married. But now, it looked like heaven to him.He stretched his hands towards the cigar but immediately pulled it back after he heard his room door slowly creak open. He held his hand on his hat that he had placed on the study table earlier and was about putting it on when he noticed that the stature of the person that had walked in was slimer and more talker than Her Grace's."Brown?" Edward asked and he was replied with a small grunt. He sighed and withdrew his hands from his hat after he confirmed that it was him. "What are you doing in here?""The room is already dar
"Go attend to your other duties," Emily told the young girl after she had finished drawing the drapes open. "Just leave the drapes open.""But Your Grace," the servant girl began but Emily didn't allow her to finish speaking."Go and attend to your other duties," she said sternly. "Leave the drapes open. After His Grace, I am the one in command and I tell you to leave the drapes open.""Yes, your Grace," the young girl said after bowing slightly. With a nod from Emily, she turned and walked away to attend to the other duties that Emily had told her to.Emily sighed before proceeding to take a tour around the house. She had not gone around since she came apart from the kitchen, rooms and dining table that she had been shown to.Her little sister had rumored to her that the manor was filled with different artifacts that were more than the little museum that we had back home.There were also rumors of dungeons filling the castle. They said that they were built underground to hold in the
The heavy rain had now stopped and only a drizzling sound was heard softly patting the roof.Emily wondered why Mr. Brown had stood by the door, waiting for some seconds before finally walking out. Was he waiting for her to say what was bothering her? Did he know that she was lying?"Oh, heavens," Emily mumbled as she pressed her fingers against her temples and began to rub it. Her bad headache was coming again. She had to find herbs to drink but not before she had her bath.She walked up the stairs slowly as her eyes began to turn. The headache was now becoming unbearable.Right from when she was little, Emily had this headache that her father called a peeping headache. It always came whenever she thought too much or tried so hard to concentrate on something but before the next minute it was gone. It always seemed to be like magic.Her father took her to several doctors to heal her of this terrifying headache but the doctors said that there was nothing that they could do. They just d
Edward walked down the stairs, his hat low and his eyes keeping watch for any sight of Her Grace, his wife. He had almost reached the door when he remembered something.The comfort of his cigar.He trotted back up the stairs and casually passed by Her Grace's room which was situated just opposite the stairs. He had passed by the room when he noticed something. He had this uneasy feeling that something... no, someone was watching him.He looked left and right but didn't see anyone near. Maybe it was all his imaginations. He put his hat low and with watchful eyes, walked into his room. He went straight for his cigar bucket and picked one out of it. After grabbing his lighter, he made way for the door but then stopped after he almost tripped on something."What was that?" he mumbled to himself as he looked down. What he had almost tripped on was the cigar that he had dropped after his brother caught him trying to smoke.He bent down and picked up what was left of it. Just a brown roll o
Edward slowly turned to see what had caused the noise. He placed his hand on his belt, where his sword was... Wait. His sword.He looked down on his belt and saw that there was no strap to it neither was there a sword sheath. He didn't have his weapon on him."It must be inside," Edward said to himself as he walked out of the stable. He paused after he saw one of his horses, trotting away. He squinted and saw that the horse was not a lone.On it was the thief who had stolen the horse and the murderer who had killed Richard.He looked at his Manor longingly, wanting to go in and take his sword but he knew that if he did, he wouldn't have enough time to go after the thief. If he left, he would not be able to go after the thief."Fuck it," he muttered as he turned and began chasing the horse. Running back into the stable and struggling to pick a horse and bring it out of the stable would only mean more time wasted for him. He didn't want that at the moment. He looked down at the grass a
Edward took in a deep breath as he released his hands from the dead thief's neck. Blood still spurted out of the hole on his trachea but it all came to a stop after a few seconds.Edward laid on the grass with his back and spread his arms wide. He closed his eyes and sighed. Memories of war flooded his thoughts and pictures of dead, bloodied and headless bodies could not leave his mind.Why did he do it?At first, he did not want to kill the man but simply bring him back and hand him over to the authorities but things went out of hands when he hit the tree branch. Edward expected for the tree branch to either knock him out or at least weaken him but it instead impaled him in the neck.Edward couldn't fully blame himself for the death. He was still going to die anyways and him snapping the guys neck gave him a quick and painless death. But still, it was him who had thrown him into the same branch that almost, or should he say, ended his life."What did I just do?" Edward mumbled to him
When she heard her father say this, she didn't know how to react to the news. She tried explaining to him that she was in love with someone else and would want to get married to him instead but her father refused to change his mind. It seemed like he had already thought through his decision before he told her the news. Emily had no other choice but to accept it due to the love and respect that she had for him but right now, she wished that she had done otherwise. She sighed and took off all of her clothes before walking into her bathroom. Her bath had already been prepared just as she had ordered.She sat on the edge of the bathtub and dipped her feet into the hot steaming water. Taking a deep breadth, she put the other leg in before submerging herself into the water. She was in for what seemed like forever and the little time that she was in there, she felt like the whole world didn't exist anymore. She had found piece.Unfortunately, the piece was not to last long as she still had
"You really believe this to be a witches work?" Edward asked before chuckling. "You do know that those creatures are nothing but myths, right?""I have had experiences with some of them, Your Grace," Mr. Brown replied, his face not showing any hint of emotion. "They are very real, Your Grace. And I am sure that this must be one of their works." Edward looked at Mr. Brown keenly for some seconds before sighing. He was sure that Mr. Brown was not lying as he was not one who joked around with those sorts of things. But he could not just wrap his head around the fact that a dead man had just been resurrected in front of him. He turned and stared at Harold's body, still laying on the back of the horse. The head was twisted and he had his head sticking out of his mouth like a goat that had been slaughtered. The sigh was really unsettling and troubling."You really believe that a witch did this," Edward asked, pointing at the dead body. Mr. Brown looked at the body before returning his att
Emily raised her head from the table, feeling pains around her neck area. With her eyes still closed, she touched it slightly and groaned silently.Opening both eyes, she looked around and realized she was still in the restaurant but it was late at night. "It is already late?" she asked herself and got a reply fr the old butler who just came back from the gents. "Yes, Her Grace." he replied, walking up to her slowly. "And where is His Grace?" the Duchess asked, showing how annoyed she is through the expression on her face. "I do not think he will be..." Mr Brown had not finished talking when Emily hit the table so loud that everyone in there, turned to take a glance at what was happening. "What do you mean?! I have waited for him and yet, he is not going to make it to this place?" Emily asked angrily.The old butler did not know how to calm her down and so he just stood without uttering a sound, arms at the back, heads down.Seeing the old butler not responding, she annoyingly carri
The royal guard quietly walked into the manor which he had seen the Duke's younger brother in. Looking around, he gave a voiceless sound at what he saw. He could not help but put his hand over his head and shake it for what seemed like forever. The structure of the manor made him wonder if it was Williams that owned it or another person. He, then, looked at the floor to see if he could sight a stick for clearing the bush that prevented him from passing.On catching sight of one, he picked it immediately and used it for the purpose. Swinging it, he made way for himself into the manor. "What type of building is this?" he said as he shook his head. He stood in front of the manor in an akimbo position. Sighing, he decided to enter into the manor. Surprisingly, the door was opened wide and this made the guard stop and look back. "Is there not anyone staying here? Why does it look so quiet?" He asked himself as he held the handle of the door. Summoning courage, he entered into the buildin
"I want you to help me monitor the Duke's younger brother, Williams." Mr Brown said as he put his hands in his pocket. The statement uttered by the old butler surprised the total guard and made him open his eyes wide. "The Duke's younger brother? Why?" he asked."I will explain everything to you later on. Just make sure you check every movement he makes and steps he carries." Mr Brown said. "Oh, Okay. I will do just that." the guard replied, bowing his head slightly. They, then, moved back to the living room to join the rest. Going inside, they met the old housekeeper, the Duchess and Duke walking down the stairs. "We will get going now." the royal guards said, smiling to the old butler. "Okay." Mr Brown answered. The royal guards headed to the entrance and left. Turning to Mr Dewhurst, the old butler walked to where they were seated. "Sister Emily!" Beauty exclaimed and ran to her sister who was also running towards her direction. "Beauty!" Emily shouted, hugging her younger sist
"Was that how he got to know about black magic?" Edward asked Mr Brown who was seated near him."Yes. And he hid it from your brother." Mr Brown answered. "Do you know why?" the old butler added, facing the Duke. "No, I....." Edward, then, looked at Mr Brown intensely. The old butler looked at him as if saying "you really do not know?" The Duke looked back at the floor and suddenly tapped his lap twice."I know! Because Williams will use it for his bad purpose." he said, looking at the old butler. "Exactly, His Grace." Mr Brown said, nodding his head. "So if he had the opportunity without my father's help, he would use it against everyone right?" Edward asked. "Yes and also use it against the person that denied him that opportunity." the old butler concluded. "That would mean death....right?" the Duke asked, slowly looking at the ceiling and immediately to the old butler. "Yes." Mr Brown replied. At this point, Mr Brown needed the Duke to get the point he wanted to prove to him. "H
The Duke and Mr Brown got to the manor in no time. This was because they whipped the horses to run faster. Now that they had a proper clue of what they wanted to deal with, they individually made up their minds to end the whole situation."Finally, we are here." Mr Brown muttered as he came down from the horse. He called the second stable boy."Yes sir." the boy answered. "I need you to call the royal guards for me. Tell them it is very urgent." the old butler said, as he rubbed the horse's back. "Okay sir." the boy replied, running as fast as his legs could carry him."Have you told him what to do?" the Duke asked, approaching the barn. "Yes, His Grace." Mr Brown responded. "Good." Edward said, looking into the woods."What do we need to do now?" the old butler asked. "We just need to find the killer since we are this close." Edward replied. "But first, there is something I need to show you. Follow me." the Duke added, going out of the barn and heading to the manor. "Okay His Grace."
"If I were in his shoes, I would have dealt with the Duke severely. But I would not let it be obvious that I am the one carrying out the acts. It would just be like an insect, eating up the vegetable from within." Hannah said firmly. Emily looked at her, opened her mouth and waved one of her fingers in the air as if to say something. Hannah thought she had offended the Duchess and immediately knelt to beg her. "I am so sorry Her Gra...." She was about finishing the statement when Emily interrupted her."No no, that was not what I meant. Please rise." Emily said as she assisted the housekeeper to stand by using both of her hands. She held her shoulders tight and said "Look Hannah, you have really helped me to see what I needed. I can not walk on this journey alone." the Duchess added."I need your help. I would explain everything to you." Emily said as she quickly dragged the housekeeper by her hand and ran as fast as she could. "Her Grace, I do not seem to understand what is going..
"Wow! The sky looks radiating, making it difficult to take my eyes off it." Emily said, swinging her hands sideways and making claps. It had been a while she felt genuinely happy and refreshing. With all that had been happening, she had been in her space, scared to come out. But was helped by her best friend's comfort and definitely, her husband, the Duke. Hannah, who always stayed behind her, followed her slowly. As the housekeeper walked having both of her hands in front of her, with her fingers interlocked, she observed the Duchess. "She looks peaceful and free. I think she is already getting comfortable in here." Hannah thought. "Hannah." Emily called. "Yes ma" the housekeeper answered, moving to her side. "How long have you been here?" the Duchess asked. "For thirteen years, Her Grace." Hannah said as she bowed slightly. "You have actually stayed here for long." Emily added, facing her. The housekeeper responded with a nod."Which means you know a lot about the Duke and his fa
Emily woke to the singing of the birds near her window. She turned slightly to the opening that made the sun rays shine brightly into the room. The light from the beautiful day's gift made her cover her face with her right hand. "Urgghh, it is too bright!" She exclaimed.As she was about sitting upright, a hand out of nowhere put down the drape."Why would the sun ever think of hurting you?" The voice said. She turned immediately and was about jumping up from the bed when she saw Edward.On seeing him, she sighed and relaxed back on the bed."Were you that scared?" Edward said, sitting near were she was lying and rubbing her forehead. She mumbled something he did not hear. "Good morning my Queen. I hope you are better now?" Edward continued. "Good morning His Grace." She replied, sitting up again. Looking at him, she asked "How did you know I was not okay and where is Victoria?""Victoria is carrying out her duties in the kitchen. She reported to me this morning about your welfare. S
The Duke followed Mr Brown to the barn. It was already late at night and so they took a wooden lamp along with them. Mr Brown got to the barn and signaled for them to sit. Edward obeyed and sat. Despite the fact that Mr Brown worked under him, he still showed respect to the old man. He had been working for his father before he kicked the bucket. He had also been taking care of he and his junior brother, William ever since they were little. With several sacrifices, the old butler had taken his time to train them well but William chose the wrong part to follow.Thinking of all the good and bad times they have had together, it made Edward love the old butler even when he gives certain attitudes."Mr Brown, what is the matter?" Edward asked as he sat slowly on the wooden box that was used by the stable boy. "Your Grace, I am sorry for disturbing you after meal. I just needed to relay some essential information to you." the old butler replied, looking at the Duke. While saying this, he al