Chapter B4C53 - Rage of the Survivor
The door to the Duke’s study burst open as a golden-haired young man stormed through in a rage. Duke Raugrave looked up, managing to keep his features smooth only thanks to the forewarning he’d received. He stood and folded his hands together, offering a short bow of the head in respect.
“Lord Jorlin. Welcome.”
However, the young Lord of house Jorlin was not willing to stand on formality, not this day.
“They’re dead, Raugrave! Half of the Jorlin bloodline has been erased! What do you have to say for yourself?!”
Nostas Jorlin stormed to the Duke’s desk and slammed his fists down on it so hard he cracked the reinforced surface. Papers went flying, secretaries and staff members, minor lordlings and ladies themselves, gasped and pushed themselves back against the walls, looking for an escape.
The Duke raised his head and eyed the young man before him. It was clear Nostas had let his emotions run away with him. Red eyed, red faced, his grief and fury were laid bare to the world with no attempt being made to control or conceal them. His father would never have allowed himself to be compromised like this, not even in dire circumstances such as these. At some point, the old had to make way for the new, and it had only been a few years since Restas had made way for his eldest son. Now it fell on the young, inexperienced Lord to lead his house in this time of crisis.
“Are you insinuating the assault on the Jorlin manor was my doing? My responsibility?” Raugrave said, the warning clear in his tone.
“Our best Soldiers were away from the estate in answer to your call! House Jorlin demonstrated our loyalty and look at the result!”
“It is not my purview to ensure the security of any family’s private holdings.”