“My lord,” Marc said through clenched teeth.
That response only gave the man a reason to make the man smile, as though those words had hit close to home. What the Comte failed to realise was that Marc knew enough that he could barely stomach being near the man.
“What are you doing sneaking around?” the Comte asked.
Marc’s eyes darted towards the narrow hallway that led to Jeanne’s room. Now that the sun had set he noticed how poor the lighting was in this part of the Keep. When the odour of decay and mildew reached his senses, he understood why. This is where they send people to be forgotten.
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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