"My lord! My lord! The duke is here." the man stuttered and did not use the proper address as he feared for his life. The count had only returned an hour ago. His face was covered with rage and hatred.all the knights who had left with him were dead or heavily injured, on the verge of death.
The moment he had entered the house, he had called for all the servants and started beating them accusing them for betrayal.
His face was red and the whip in his hands was already covered with blood when the servant came running in the house.
The count took a second to respond. His face went pale as if he was the one bleeding.
"Tell him that I am not at home and return later." but before the servant could return and execute the command, Damien had reached the door.
