“Théodore, what a pleasure to see you again,” Marc said before moving in between the guard and Steward. “Are you still in charge of inspecting the Comtesse’s sheets every morning?”
His father had been a miserable old man, so it came naturally for him to presume that women in his life would stray. He remembered vividly how Théodore bemoaned having that duty to the kitchen staff.
“Wha—” Théodore said.
Théodore froze entirely as his mind registered what had been said. He remained as such for several breaths, long enough that the senior guard at the gates coughed uncomfortably.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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