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

cannon; anyone approaching him while

just his

seemed eager for

object. If Morwenna wanted to court

over seriously, recalling how he had once seen Stuart asleep next to Morwenna, and chuckled, "Alright, let Wenna go get him." Morwenna nodded and ascended the stairs, knocking on the door

well not bother

answered when

Stuart asleep in the bed she had used just the night before,

respond, nor did he

this

and nudged him, "Stuart, wake

finally

instead, he just looked up sleepily at Morwenna who

noticed then that Stuart's face was flushed, his lips red, and the small mole by his eye

were even more

raced, and just as she

touch his

the cool touch of her hand,

afternoon? Did you skip it? Your wound might be infected; we really need

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