Frightening Sight

Those eyes looked dangerous and I could feel it down my heart that whoever that man was, he doesn't like me one bit. Furthermore, he looked dangerous. I wondered why he had such a look on his face. I bit hard on my lips, my hands gripping Maverick tighter than before.

He must have noticed my uneasiness because he gave me a reassuring smile that seem to calm my nerves. Deep down something tells me the man was up to no good but who was he?

"It's been many years, nephew," the man said, his voice strict and powerful. I could see Maverick trying to control himself.

If the man called him nephew, it means he was Maverick's uncle, right? But why does it look like there was tension between the two of them?

"And I am surprised you care to visit the castle today of all days? Suspicious, right? Your birdies must be very efficient in relaying messages," Maverick said, smirking.

After replying to his uncle, he gently pulled out a chair for me to sit on. I was grateful because the tension in the