A few days passed without any word from the duke, and while Rion was sparring with Jareb and Henry, a soldier they knew very well walked over to the training ground and knelt at its edge.
Rion caught Jareb's sword between two fingers and turned his head toward the soldier. "What message do you have, Enris?"
Enris lifted his head and looked at Rion in terror as he stuttered, "D-Duke Clifford has sent a messenger, my lord."
From the day his elder brother had been chosen as the heir of the duchy, Enris had turned into what he was now.
He forced others to follow him, and if they did not, he made their lives hell.
Most noble already feared his father, Walton, because he was one of the seven nebulae that the kingdom had, so he never had anyone dare question his authority.
That was until Jareb and Henry came into his life.
Both of them were something he couldn't become — heir to their marquessate, so he wanted to keep them as his followers or, if said bluntly, slaves.
