One, two to the Earl, the third person, had already called out a thing about his anonymous write. But his wonder remained: what kind of character did the Earl of Lancaster have that resonated in him knowing almost all that happened in his household? Certainly, resorting to Knight abandoning his writing would be a shade that would probably never happen for him. Perhaps a pain that would shift his case of want. But what pain, when everything in his life was perfectly going well, except for the fact that the Countess had a degree of standing as an antagonist, towards any human who dared, even little try sway her daughter's thoughts from Prince Edward. That would be the only pain if indeed he wished the woman to be his mother-in-law. But what is pain if he had dealt with none of late?
At four in the morning, Knight's shift was over, and he stood at the foot of the stairs leading to the female workers' first-floor sleeping quarters. He waited for Larny!
