Flipping through the pages, Charles doesn't even pay attention to the words. He's at the Visconcy, paying Viscount Marwingtone a visit. Your father, Viscount Cillian Marwingtone. Charles sighs and puts the book back onto shelf, then walks towards the reading area and sits down at one of the tables. Duke Thornwood is currently hiding in your father's library, having finished talking to him minutes before.

He has last been to the Marwingtone Manor nine years ago. Since he was a young boy, Charles used to run away from the Duchy and stay with the Viscount. He viewed Sir Cillian as his mentor and felt extreme gratitude for the old man that practically brought him up, instead of his own parents. The memories, though partially painful, were truly warming, making the Duke smile faintly every time he reminisced.

You too met him, of course. But it was so long ago, you barely remember — you were a little kid back then. Actually, maybe it was for the best that you couldn't recollect any of your encounters. Who knows, what little you could've done back then?

No sound could be heard from inside the library. No sound, until Charles suddenly spoke: "Come out. There's no point in hiding."