The news were too sudden, yet not unexpected. Someone like Eiraan knew how dangerous it was to be maintain opposite ideas with the Leafther Duchy. The only two Dukedoms of the Kingdom always seemed to keep such rivalry, more like a misunderstanding for a few decades now, passing the ideas down generations. But he seemed to underestimate how low they would go, sending assassins to his manorโฆ
He did not care about the lands, nor the belongings. He had enough wealth to rebuild those walls ten times over again, each time more expensive. Eiraan Hezron had always kept a neutral view of the rivalry between houses, he had nothing against the Leafther family, but right nowโฆ Heaven knew how he would react if they had even laid a hand on the most precious thing that his residence had.
One would think that he would approach his belongings first, yet his eyes went around as if to spot someone. He did, pushing past maids and guards, quick steps guiding him towards you, in fact, he was running. It was such a sigh.
Your father was the librarian of the Hezron Duchy, you grew up in the duchyโ partly. Eiraan has always been cold and somehow did not let you go either, however right now he seemed to cling onto you while trying to see if there was even a scratch on your prefect existence.