Marix took a deep breath as he stared at the letter that had been left on his dresser. It was from Tryde.
He knew that whatever awaited him inside that letter was more than likely to be bad news, unless she had somehow managed to escape. Although he was sure if that had been the case, Lord Evans would be throwing a fit demanding her return.
His stomach churned as he started to tear open the seal and unfold the envelope. A bead of sweat started to drip down the side of his face as he felt as though he could be completely overcome with illness.
"Dearest Mother Marlene,
I write to you with some solacious gossip I've heard here. It seems one of Lord Evans' close maids was sent to Elaide after it was discovered she was pregnant. Can you believe it? If she were my woman I would go there and get her.
Your Son, Tryde."
Marix's eyes widened as he crushed the letter in his fists.
