ch looked more like a manor. Its sturdy stone wall had a bright

ng their last days. It was about five stories tall, with its roof overlooking the entire town, an

of the house, with his nose buried deep in his work, was a young man in his early twenties. He was

orehead, giving an illusion of gold against gold, thus

Christopher Blakemore

tling and disrupting the silent and serene atmosphere that enve

book, paused briefly when he heard the voice, then

ud voice seemed to ge

stily returned the quill in his hand back to the golden inkhorn and rested back in the chair wit

there was a sofa, mainly for those who came to speak to him, but he hadn't prepared more

ooks stored in them neatly, mostly books containing his business

end table on which a few bottles of

g as another man of his age w

han said this with a smile that showed off a set

ice of his only childhood friend when he heard the first call. After all, he was

into it lazily without considering

g, especially now that there is an absurd rumor in town about you.” Stephan, w

ere was nothing new about his friend hearing gossip, there

r's death, he had only had one rumor circulating about him: “cold

ad met with in the past few weeks, and there seemed to be nothing out of the ordin

was out of place in

at? “That is the most hilarious thing I have ever heard.” Stephan said excitedly, and Christopher adjusted himself in

ir rumors, but they seem to like fabricating a lot

ally broke the spell of silence around him, and Stephan gave him

o be a little honest with yourself,” Stephan said as he stood up and walked

ity. “Stephan, I do not know what else you want me to see when I l

In those things, you are most correct, but how the ladies perceive y

dmired by a lot of wo

the right thing to say. When was the last time you attended a function and got to meet women, real women, no

t I become like you

n who would have more than five women around him at a social function. The young women not only loved and

terest; no one knew for sure. All the elite knew was that Sir Stephan Harris, son of the kin

her with the hand that held the glass before taking a sip and continuing. “I did beat him up though. I caught the fool who was spreading such rumors, and I

nored. “Yesterday, I asked for the hand of a woman in marriage, and her father agreed. “The wedding wi

scoffed, “You're not funny, my friend

u will stand beside me as my friend and witness,” Christopher said, and

uld you suddenly change your mind? I saw you the day before yesterday and you said nothing about th

e Cronos died a week ago.” Christopher

changing

with any of this? His death is no longe

hristopher said, glancing at his friend. “I began to think of how much of a wasted effort that was for Cronos and his fami

suddenly asked after a

n?” Christopher a

asked for, who is she?” S

uart's daughter?” Ste

hristopher stuttered a little as he realized his mist

y spoken for?” St

g you

is betrothed to Sir Gerim Wilson, captain of the king's guard.” Stephan stated with

his head a little, he said, “I wasn’t informed that she w

that they are quite in love, sending letters to and from London constant

ephan concluded, and looked at his fr

en if she has gone her separate ways with Sir Gerim, I can guarantee she still loves him. A wom

a marriage of convenience. She doesn't get in my way, and I don't get in hers. As long as she doesn't bring any bastard child into m

be would be crying her eyes out at her misfortune of endi

she would be elated,” Chri