Nessya

He is sure to die down there, yet he did not feel sorry. There was no pity or remorse, nobody would mourn the loss of such a man, nobody would weep for him, not even his own Son who thankfully was miles away as all these events took place. The poor boy, how he suffered under the hardship of this man with years of ill treatment and harsh words. Then he had to join ranks with the lowest of the low and try to have his own Son killed, and for what? Money? Titles?

Sheldian, good fellow!

“I thought I put all this behind me years ago, when the last man who came barging into our lives was paid off and when Ruby was arrested. We’ve not had any mention of that bastar-of that man’s name for years. We washed our hands of him and his disease. If this is the same thing, I don’t know what I’ll do and it’s the last thing Gyth needs, not with his wedding coming up. Or Nessy for that matter, she just had the baby.”

*The following notice was hastily posted to those working and connected to The Laine Family Business; pushed under doors, left within letter boxes or handed in person, long before the morning's sun had risen*

It had been a long mind-boggling day by the time the sun was setting low against the horizon of the lake, casting shadows and darkening corners in every nook and cranny. The Inn was a welcome respite after all the excitement. The fires had been lit by the Inn maid and the smell of something roasting was thickly wafting through the main common room from the kitchen at the back.