Chapter 324: A Gentleman Undone
The moment Benedict stepped out of the training grounds, he did not slow his pace.
His valet, Oliver, had scarcely managed to keep up with him as they made their way through the palace corridors. The earl offered no explanation for his hurried departure, nor did he acknowledge the curious glances cast his way by the servants they passed.
His thoughts were elsewhere.
By the time he reached his chambers, he pushed the door open with more haste than dignity.
"Oliver," he said, loosening his clothes, "would you be so kind as to bring me a basin of cold water?"
His valet blinked in surprise.
"At once, my lord."
Oliver disappeared without another question.
Benedict exhaled slowly, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes.
What in the Goddess' name had just happened?
He had nearly disgraced himself.
No...
That was not entirely true.
He had disgraced himself.
