the viscounts rage

WRITER’S POV

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After the door had shut close and the viscount was far gone, Andrew stood up with so much rage cursing as he threw a knife at the door the item on his desk fell as he pushed them off in a fit of rage, he had him there! But he couldn’t risk it, there were too many servants in this damn house!

The viscount had made a mistake threatening him, he didn’t even have any ounce of shame to even beg for Andrew not to spill his secret, he was too confident in himself, he pulled himself together, gathering his cloak, and informing his right-hand man to come to the study

“you called for me lord drew”

“ready your stead, we have a place to be” he called darkly, Cedrick didn’t say much, taking his horse as they, both strode out into the lower parts of the capital, the familiar stench of death and poverty screamed in the air as they neared the familiar tavern, they had just come to a few days back

They had gone in, to see Ursula back with her friend, her eyes moved to the door to