"Your Excellency!" Arkin's roar echoed in front of the manor in the darkest hour of the same night, just before dawn. "Come down and face me!"
Adela who went down hearing the first call her knight made stood shivering at a distance, her heart racing with anticipation as she watched the unfolding drama before her eyes feeling a deep ache inside her chest as she witnessed the intricate tangle of emotions enveloping Arkin.
Consumed by the realization of half-truths he had heard from Egon, Arkin unleashed his anger in a wild display of defiance.
"Your Excellency, you know quite well why I am here. If you even remotely resemble the Kaiser de Lanark I once knew, then come out and face me!" His voice was made louder by the tranquility of the early morning.
