Chapter Eight:Conflicted

I quickly recovered the shock on my face. After seeing the Count and his son with my father my face held surprise. I didn’t want my father to see it so I hid it as fast and best as I could. I walked over to my father’s desk and sat down the tray

“Good Morning Master Sparrow.” I said before bowing to leave. A voice filled the room before I could however. What the man said gave me chills all over my body and made me stop dead in my tracks.

“How much for the maid Marquess Sparrow?” The Count’s son asked my father. His voice held a smirk to it. I winced with my back still to them. The thought of my father agreeing would be even worse. I slowly turned filled with horror. My father’s face was filled with cooled anger, only someone who knew him well would know he was mad.

“She’s not for sale, Lord Viscoff. Sorry to disappoint you.” My father replied with a grim expression.

“You may go Lora.” He waved to me to leave. Lora was my middle name and was the name he used in the presence of h