My Bratty Wife

Ryan sat at his desk, the flickering candlelight illuminating the words on the letter he held in his hands. He read Thorne’s message, his brow furrowing with each line. "Sorry for my late arrival, Your Grace, but my life is being threatened. I have some interesting clues that will help our investigation, but I have to lay low for the moment. A lot of inquiries are being made about me. Stay well, Your Grace."

Ryan closed the letter, his expression thoughtful. He tossed it into the fireplace, watching as the flames consumed the parchment. "They’re making us run through circles ," he murmured to himself, his voice low."

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. "Enter," he called out.

Davis entered the study, bowed respectfully, and said, "Lord Byron wishes to see you, Your Grace."

Ryan’s face lit up, a genuine smile replacing his earlier concern. "Let him in," he said warmly.

Davis bowed again and withdrew. Moments later, Byron entered the study, his own smile mirroring Ryan’s. "Brother," Byron said, his voice filled with affection, "I’m sorry for just visiting now."

Ryan stood up quickly and embraced his brother in a heartfelt hug. "Nonsense," he replied, his voice warm. "I’m just glad you’re safe. And I trust the... break from everything... was worth it?"

Byron returned the hug, then stepped back, his smile widening. "It was," he confirmed. "How is my sister-in-law doing?"

Ryan’s smile softened. "Cassandra is doing fine," he replied. "She’s... she’s strong."