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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