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

a loose cannon; anyone approaching him while he slept

this just his wake-up

eager for

to court danger, she was all

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

she might as well

never answered when

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

respond, nor

this reaction was

and nudged him,

Stuart finally opened his

scent stopped him from reacting violently; instead, he just looked up

the small mole

devilish good looks were

as she thought to step

out to touch his

the cool touch of her hand,

didn't you say you were going to see the doctor this afternoon? Did you skip it? Your wound might be infected; we really

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