Devil's Heart
Carol Garlesh turned gloomy, her face ashen white, "I do not know my lady. His Grace has not come down since morning."
Rebecca raised a brow, pushing herself up from the chair, "Well why did you not check on him?"
Carol watched the Duchess stride away from the room, a determined look on her face. She followed dutifully down the long hallway, the floor turning cold under her feet.
The mansion was one of a kind. Built back in late fifteenth century with the finest foreign blocks, it was one of the biggest along with the King's palace. Almost surrounded by water, except for the small lawns and the bridge that led to the gate.
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