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"They will rue the day they crossed me; their empire will fall, and I will rise from its ashes." ~Araneae Ruber.
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ARAGON SAT on his chair. He was extremely business today. Documenting and reviewing all the claims surrounding the Van-Rensselaer dukedom. All signs pointed to another noble antagonizing the dukedom, but why?
Just because the previous duke was dead?
No… it just didn't make sense to him. It may to another, but not him, something felt off about the entire death.
They all happened too soon to be called a coincidence.
'Did they know the duke was about to die? Or did they plan the duke's death with their hands? If that is the reason then why kill a maid and a knight? Why not directly?'
Even though he had his questions, the idea that Lady Luella might be hurt by some unknown and deranged person was beyond him.
Releasing his breath to the air, he relaxed his back on his chair. From the window he could hear the sounds of the training soldiers.
