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."

spoke, the room filled with

loose cannon; anyone approaching him while

this just his wake-up

seemed eager for a

court danger, she was all for watching it

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

well not

never answered when

used just

didn't respond, nor did

frowned; this

out and nudged

finally opened

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

were even more captivating now,

just as she thought to step

out to touch his

of her hand, Stuart

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