As Norbert always said, as long as he's around, Morwenna will have his support and protection.

The Hetfields, a large family with a rich heritage, but often their bonds were weak due to their sheer size.

It was Norbert who had brought Morwenna into this den of lions, so naturally, it was his duty to protect her.

Morwenna took a seat next to Norbert.

Adelaide's expression was sour.

Norbert commanded, "Orson, fetch Stuart for dinner."

Everyone was present except Stuart.

Orson looked towards Morwenna, his eyes pleading, his expression clearly reluctant.

Who would dare disturb young Mr. Hetfield during his rest? Orson sure wanted to live a bit longer.

Morwenna knew that Stuart could have a fit if someone approached while he was asleep.

She stood up, "I'll go get Stuart. He's grumpy when he wakes."

Morwenna spoke, the room filled with varied

cannon; anyone approaching him while he slept risked

just his

seemed eager for a

court danger, she was all for watching

Morwenna, and chuckled, "Alright, let Wenna go get him." Morwenna nodded and ascended the stairs, knocking on

thought she might as well not bother knocking next

never answered

bed she had used just the night before, making her slightly uncomfortable. She approached and

respond, nor

this

reached out and nudged

Stuart finally opened his

stopped him from reacting violently; instead, he just looked up sleepily at Morwenna who was inches

the small mole by his eye seemed more charming as he opened his

naturally devilish good looks were even

just as she thought to step

his forehead, "Stuart, you're having

cool touch of her hand, Stuart grunted

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