"When will the meeting with the council be happening?" James asked. He put his feet on a footstool and looked at Edward who replied his question with a small shrug. "The exact day hasn't been fixed yet," Edward answered. "But from the look of things, I don't think it will be happening any time soon. Well, at least in a week or so." "That means you have just enough time, Edward," James said and his friend looked up at him. Shaking his head slowly, he said, "you really are saying that I should kill this young man just because he has knowledge of what I did." "I'm saying that you should get rid of him before his so called knowledge will cause you to be gotten rid of," James said as he leaned closer to his friend. He relaxed back on his chair and pulled out a cigar from his coat pocket. "I am only giving you this advice as a friend. What you do with it is on you." Edward looked at his friend before putting his head back down and sighing loudly. He thought of different ways the scenar

Emily could hear her heart beat loudly and she placed her hands on her chest in a bid to calm herself down. It did nothing of that sort. She heard the deep bass voice come again and out of curiosity, she slipped down from her bed.With quiet and very careful steps, she slowly marched towards the still open door and stopped in front of it. She was about placing her head out of the door when a voice quickly sent her back in. She closed her eyes and sighed after realizing who the owner of the voice was."And do make sure that His Grace finds something to eat when he gets back home, please," Mr Brown said as he slowly climbed up the stairs. He stopped short after he and Emily's eyes met. He bent his head slightly and asked, "you are awake, Your Grace?" He stopped after reaching the top. "And are you looking for someone?""Huh?" Emily mumbled after hearing Edwards question. She looked down and saw that she was on her knees and that was when she realized what the butler was referring to. "O

Unlike the preceding days, the aura in the manor was dissimilar. The wind made a swoosh, causing the interior of the building to become frosty. Despite the atmosphere, the climate portrayed a dazzling day ahead. The Heaven's eye; sun, shined with no sympathy. It gave the sky a wonderful sight to look at. One might begin to marvel at the climate blend.With no skepticism, the weather depicted the combination of a pleasant and awry day. Something was about to go wrong.*******"Good morning Her Grace." Mild knocks landed on the door. Without getting a reply for a while, the knocks were repeated. This time around, they were loud and firm, followed by a femine voice. "Good morning Her Grace. I'm sorry to disturb. Are you still in bed?" The Duke rose and stretched in a weary manner. He had this feeling of being elated but was not sure. He concluded on blaming the new day. As he decided to turn, his arm brushed against another arm. He turned sharply and realized that Emily laid on the same

In Bedford, the atmosphere was completely distinct from that of Snowhill. The sun shined aggressively while displaying its beauty. Its rays hurt the residents of the land, making them complain of how they are unable to go out without a coverage. Regardless of the complain, they still appreciated it.The sky had been weeping for several days, with loud and thunderous sounds. It made it difficult for the people to conduct normal meetings, go to the market place, attend parties and resume their of work and businesses. So seeing the sky smiling with a special member of the heavenly bodies, gave them opportunity to be grateful. *****In the house of one of the Baronets of Bedford, Emily father's, the atmosphere was one a person could refer to as, dull.The house was not as big as the Duke's manor. Without contemplation, one should be able to decipher the reason.Being a "Baronet", was not a title one could actually be proud of. Infact, it was the lowest of all noble titles. This title, wh

"Her Grace" Victoria said, as she knocked the door lightly. Upon hearing her voice, Emily replied and told her to come in. Entering the room and observing the mood, she walked down slowly to where Emily was seated, the bed. She looked at her, trying to know what was wrong. Emily had two faced expression on her face. This made it difficult for her best friend to get what she was feeling at that point in time.Looking around as if being watched by someone, she said "Emily, you called for me. What is the matter? I can see you are not okay." "Please, sit." Emily said quietly as she demonstrated by tapping the bed with her right palm. Victoria looked at the bed and sat slowly. "Emily, is there anything you want to tell me?" She asked her close friend. Apart from the day the Duchess's mother died, she had never seen her in that manner. She looked down and disappointed. "I do not seem to understand. There are a lot of things happening in this manor and I can not help but be surprised." Sh