Erin didn't reply to Edward for a few seconds and instead began laughing maniacally. Edward was confused at his reaction but found it to be suspicious."Stop laughing, Viscount Erin and answer my question," Edward said, his voice filled with anger. Erin stopped laughing and took a deep breath.He released the sucked in air with a sigh before saying, "you already know the answer to that question. I don't see why you are asking me when you do." Edward chuckled."So it is true, huh," he said before shaking his head. "Tell me one reason why I shouldn't hold you by the throat and squeeze till your eyes pop out of its socket."Erin shrugged and replied, "because we are surrounded by thousands of people and guards who would rush you if they ever find out that you killed me. Besides, you shouldn't take me as one who is dumb." "You brought your army with you?""Not all of them," Erin mumbled with a sigh as he stared at his fingernails. "Only about twenty of them.""You know I was coming, didn
Edward immediately rushed towards the man before he could make any sudden movement and grabbed him by the hand that held the dagger. The man struggled to release himself from Edwards grip but Edward held on tightly.Erin's man brought out a dagger from behind him with his other hand and tried stabbing Edward with it but Edward was just too fast. He saw it coming and quickly moved to the side, dodging the dagger but he let go of the hand in the process."You're dead," Erin's man said with a smirk as he played with the two daggers in his hands. Edwards' brain began to run as different scenarios began playing out in his head. Some were of him getting stabbed with the dagger but Edward wasn't going to let that happen.The man rushed towards Edward with a loud shout and Edwards' battle instincts immediately kicked in. Edward moved to the side and grabbed one of the hands of his attacker. His attacker tried using his free hand to stabilize Edward at his back but Edward made a quick move tha
Edward jumped out of the carriage and began limping to his door. He had noticed when he was in the carriage that his leg hurt like hell and he checked to see what was causing the pain.A large, mean slash ran from the upper thigh of his left leg down to his calf. How he had not noticed it sooner, he didn't know. Maybe it was the adrenaline that he was feeling at that moment.Edward knocked on the door, his teeth jammed together as he tried swallowing the pain coursing through his leg. He knocked again but there was no answer. Why wasn't anyone answering the door?Edward turned and looked around him. The whole place was quiet left for the bleating of the still awake goats and the grunting of the never sleeping pigs that were in his barn. Apart from those noises, no other intelligible noise was heard throughout the manor.The whole place was dark and the moon that was once casting its beautiful light upon the manor was now hidden in the clouds. The dark clouds that had swallowed the mo
The morning sun had begun to cast its golden rays upon Edwards manor, giving it a look that would make one shed tears in awe. Edward didn't feel like that though. He had more important things to worry himself about.He and his butler, Mr Brown, had discussed about the steps that he, Edward, was to take towards what he had just discovered about his father's old friend, Viscount Erin, and his arch-rival, Duke Frederick.Mr Brown had proposed that he go to the council of the Lords and explain everything to them but Edward wanted war. The attack that he had received from Erin's men while still at the party was one that he knew he could not tolerate. If they hadn't attacked him, he would have considered going to the council of the Lords but then doing that had provoked him. If he refused war, it would only show him as a coward, running to the Lords for protection. Edward didn't want to be addressed as such. That would hurt his ego and also bring down the image of his family's name. He was
"Take it to the council of the Lords?" James asked, his voice almost a scream. "That would only portray you as one who is weak and a coward.""Exactly my thought, friend," Edward said with a small grunt as he took a sip from the shot glass in his hand. He squinted a bit, the hot run he just drank burning his throat a little. After a little cough, he continued, "I have tried explaining it to Brown but he insists that I take it to the council.""But they won't do anything," James said, a frown on his face as he walked over to Edward and poured him another shot of rum from the bottle he was holding. He dropped the bottle back on the table and sighed. "The council of the Lords will find a peaceful approach to the whole situation and I assure you, that is something that you do not want." Edward nodded."All my life as a little boy, I had not been fortunate enough to be one of the little children who saw their father everyday," Edward said with a small grunt as he sipped his rum. With a sma
"Williams?" Edward mumbled again as he came down from his horse. He could not believe his eyes. Right in front of him was his younger brother and in his hands was the little girl who had been at the front of his horse."You seem surprised to see me, brother," Williams said as he dropped the little girl on the floor. She turned without hesitation and ran down the streets, screaming for her mother. "You're welcome," Williams said with a small laugh as he watched the girl run."You are out of prison?" Edward asked, a frown on his face. "You are not supposed to be out till next week.""They gave me an early release," Williams said with a sigh. "Your words really helped facilitate my fast release.""I never put in any word," Edward mumbled and Williams nodded."Oh, I know," he said with a small laugh. "I was just being sarcastic." Edward stood, staring at his younger brother. He didn't know what kind of reaction he was to have at the moment. Happiness that he was finally out or dread that
"What happened?" Edward asked as he rushed to the panting boy. He recognized the face immediately. It was his stable boy, Richard. "Is anyone after you?""No, Your... Grace," Richard answered, taking deep breaths after each word that he spoke. "They... they... are... coming." They are coming? Who was coming?"Tell us something intelligible, Richard," Mr Brown said, dropping the tray on his hands back on the table. "Who are the 'they' that are coming?""Armies... Erin... Lord Frederick," Richard answered. Edward turned to his butler, his eyes wide with realization. Has the coup started already? As if knowing what was in his master's mind, Mr Brown turned and ran out of the study room, heading for the stairs. He was to inform the commander of this. "How did you know that they are coming?" Edward asked, returning his attention back to Richard. "Who told you that they are coming?" Richard took in sharp, raspy breadths as he tried calming himself down while Edward waited patiently.Now c
Emily slowly opened her eyes. Her head felt heavy and it pounded harder than it had ever done before. She couldn't feel her arms and legs. "Father?" Emily mumbled as she turned her head and saw someone walk up to her with a small tray in their hands. She could not see the person clearly as her vision was blurry. It took her a few seconds before she could finally see clearly. She sat up on the soft bed ahs was laying on and frowned as she finally got a clear sight of the person. It wasn't her father. "You rest now while I go bring your food," the young lady said as she dropped the small tray in her hands and walked over to Emily. "You will have to rest and eat so that you can regain your strength for the evening." "W-where am I?" Emily asked, looking around the whole place as the young lady speaking to her placed her hands on her shoulder and gently pushed her back on the bed. "Where is father?" The Lady chuckled a little before saying, "your father isn't here, Your Grace." Your