"Understood?"
Desmond quickly nodded his head, unable to use words thanks to the grip on his neck. Anymore tighter and Edgar just might break it. What part of this was being civil?
"Good," Edgar released the baron's neck with a shove. "Look at you, all disheveled," he fixed Desmond's shirt, smoothing out the ruffled parts.
Desmond kept his head down bearing with how Edgar harshly patted his shoulders to smooth out his clothes. Never in his life was he so embarrassed by someone coming into his house, and treating him like he was not the owner.
"I don't look forward to you being my father-in-law. There's so much I had to kill you for but since you are loved by your daughter for some reason, I shall keep you alive. Do you understand what I mean, baron? If Alessandra's love for you runs out, I shall consider killing you."
"I understand, Duke Edgar," said Desmond.
