Book 3: Chapter 60: The Road to Failure
Acheron squinted against the bright morning light that poured down from the irritatingly cheerful blue summer sky as he descended the steps of Gilwren Manor with far less enthusiasm than when he arrived.
‘All this after that strange thunderstorm last night….’ He shook his head and winced as the movement triggered the pounding in his head while aggravating the stiff muscles in his neck, shoulders, and lower gut. ‘I should really stop drinking….’
A cynical smile twisted across his face as the Rogue sauntered over to where the Prime Minister’s steward had prepared horses for father and son. “Charlie!”
The servant glanced towards him curiously, a faint frown furrowed against his sweaty, sunburned forehead before he masked it with a smile. “Good morning, Young Master.”
“Yes, I suppose it is….” Acheron muttered, shielding his eyes with his hand. He surveyed the busy manor grounds where horses, carriages, and wagons had gathered around the circular road on the estate's front lawn. “Where is the old man, anyway?”
“If you’re looking for me, I was just finishing breakfast.”
The Rogue flinched and turned slowly to face the Prime Minister walking towards them.
“Son, might I suggest you grab something light to fill your stomach before we begin our journey?”