The sounds of two men coming to attention with their weapons rattling were clear from where Marc hid, as were those of heavy footsteps fading. While that meant the guards were no longer an immediate concern, he now had his father to contend with.
He snuck up to the door and chanced a quick peek. The Comte faced the hallway leading towards the stables. He had a feeling that commotion they were to due to an exhausted servant that Marc evaded earlier. With any luck, she is too winded to pass on details.
With an opportunity at hand, Marc bounded across the large double doors and pressed himself against the wall. He remained like that for what felt like an eternity, as his heart pounded into his ears. I hope no one heard that.
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