"Young master, your grace has asked for you in his office." Three deep lines formed on his forehead as he raised his head from the book.
Garry never called for him until it was another task for him. Before, he did not care what was asked, but recently all the tasks were related to Ana.
Ana! She had gone to a party. Did something happen there? Rowan placed the book on the table and followed the knight with an uneasy heart.
His father was standing at the balcony with a glass of wine in his hands. The soft glow of the moon was falling on his face. He looked lonesome and desolated.
The knights bowed his head and closed the door when Rowan blinked. This man had no emotions, he did not have sweat or blood, just hatred and revenge. How could he be upset about anything?
Rowan took slow steps towards the balcony.
"Have a seat. Would you like a drink?" Garry poured another glass and passed it to Rowan but Rowan did not take it.
