"What happened?" Edward asked as he rushed to the panting boy. He recognized the face immediately. It was his stable boy, Richard. "Is anyone after you?""No, Your... Grace," Richard answered, taking deep breaths after each word that he spoke. "They... they... are... coming." They are coming? Who was coming?"Tell us something intelligible, Richard," Mr Brown said, dropping the tray on his hands back on the table. "Who are the 'they' that are coming?""Armies... Erin... Lord Frederick," Richard answered. Edward turned to his butler, his eyes wide with realization. Has the coup started already? As if knowing what was in his master's mind, Mr Brown turned and ran out of the study room, heading for the stairs. He was to inform the commander of this. "How did you know that they are coming?" Edward asked, returning his attention back to Richard. "Who told you that they are coming?" Richard took in sharp, raspy breadths as he tried calming himself down while Edward waited patiently.Now c

"These are the herbs that are to be administered to her when she wakes up next morning," the old doctor said as he gave Mr Brown a purse containing vials filled with said herbs. "She is still weak at the moment but just give her a few days and she will be back on her feet." Mr Brown nodded and grabbed the wheelchair that Emily was on and began pushing her towards the infirmary door. The doctor grabbed his hands all of a sudden and pulled him to a corner, his eyes on Emily. She guessed that the old man wanted to tell Mr Brown something that he didn't want her to hear. Unfortunately, they didn't stand too far away from where she was so she heard all that he told the butler. "I advise that you tell His Grace not to have any form of intercourse with Her Grace until she is fully healed," he said in a small whisper. "Her Grace isn't strong yet for--""I've heard you, Durham," Mr Brown said, cutting the doctor short before he could finish what he was saying. He too was clearly uncomfortab

"Your Grace?" Edward heard someone say and he looked up just to see Mr Brown staring at him with a concerned look on his face. "Are you okay, Your Grace? You seemed to have been lost for a moment." "I am fine, Brown," Edward replied with a small sigh. He looked down at the floor, his hands folded across his chest as he thought of what his butler had told him. "Detective Harold will be able to bring light to everything that happened," Mr Brown said, continuing with the discussion that they were having before Edward blacked out. "When will he be available?" Edward asked as he looked up at his butler who just stood staring at him. Edward knew that Mr Brown knew of his hatred for the young detective so conforming to his advice without much argument surprised him much. In truth, Edward really wanted everything to be solved and for them to just move on. If that was the only way that that could come to pass, then he had no other choice but to follow it. "Can you be able to send a me

Emily didn't need to be told that she wasn't supposed to be there so when the young man that she assumed to be working with the men rebuilding the burnt down barn walked up to them and asked that they leave, Emily turned without hesitation and walked away.She immediately regretted her decision though.As she turned to walk away, she caught sight of the workers at a corner trying to lift one of their fallen friends to his feet. Emily could not get a good look at who they were trying to help but when his friends finally moved out of the way as they lifted him up, she immediately wished she had not done so.The man who they lifted up didn't just have a look that had been stamped on his face by fear, but was also covered head to toe in blood. It was as if they had bathed him with blood.Emily suddenly remembered the stain on the wall of the barn and she felt all the hairs on her skin raise. Was that the same blood that was on the man?"Oh my god." Emily turned and saw Williams standing b

The whole place was cold and Emily could hear the whistling of the wind just outside the closed windows. From the way things were looking, it was probably going to rain soon. Emily laid on the small duvet that she had placed on the ground, her head on her soft pillow and facing the ceiling. She was really scared to sleep because of what had just happened at His Grace's study.She still felt guilty and wanted so much to go back and put everything back in order but she felt that it was already too late. His Grace must be in by now.The whole place was dark and that seemed to aid in the disturbing thoughts that Emily kept on having. She had decided not to light up the candles because she didn't know how His Grace was going to react if he saw it. For her, it was best she just tried to avoid the whole thing than do anything that would aid in the problem. Thunder boomed in the distance and the whole room lit up a bit as lightning flashed accompanying the loud thunder. Emily could hear the