Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1232

Malcolm sat in the study, pondering for a moment before sending someone to Inkwood Hall to bring Logan back. However, his efforts were in vain as Logan had gone to Ebonflow with Kiera after the New Year and wouldn't be back until March.

Furious, Malcolm threw the inkpot on his table. "All he does is play! If it weren't for the Quinton family's influence and his marriage to a princess, would he be living such a carefree life?"

The Quinton family's steward, Mark, suggested, "Lord Malcolm, why not send the third lord and his wife instead?"

Malcolm furrowed his brow. "A fool and a simpleton. If I send them, they won't be able to say a word without making matters worse."

If only Rafael were still in the capital. Two men could manage a conversation better, but now he would have to go and speak to a woman. How could he possibly maintain his dignity?

This matter couldn't wait until tomorrow-it had to be dealt with tonight. Gerald's health wasn't good, and he was locked up in the cold, drafty cells of the Capital Guard headquarters. Who knew how long he could survive there?

It wasn't that Malcolm had no one to turn to. He simply couldn't afford to let anyone find out.

He never would have imagined, in all his years, that his dad would have such a secret. There had never been any sign of it before. Gerald had married, had children, and surrounded himself with servants, guards, and attendants. He had always been strict and composed.

family was known for its rigid rules, and

the younger generations were staying out of trouble, it was

After tonight's raid on the gentlemen's retreat and the capture of so many people, it

would be no need to hide his presence. After all, anyone still

He first encountered Michael, who was yawning in the courtyard as he gave instructions

met him. He approached him quietly and

but

been captured. Hearing that Malcolm wanted to see Carissa, Michael assumed it was likely to help secure

"Commander Sinclair is in the side hall. I'll take

long time. The building was in a state of disrepair, and the biting wind howled through the cracks,

usually worked and took short rests. A small coffee table was set up, and she had just taken a sip of hot

That was quick.

have known about Gerald's visit to the gentlemen's retreat already? Then again,

Marquis of Glandale

Sinclair!" Malcolm greeted, bowing with

to return the bow. "Lord