There was nothing he could do about it. That was simply the reality when dealing with the Von Heim family.
Their name carried weight — the kind of weight that sank kingdoms, like an anchor cast into a bottomless sea.
Truth be told, if that had been the only thing he needed to worry about today, he wouldn't have been so irritable.
The real problem was that a mere thirty minutes after the Von Heim family's letter arrived, another message made its way into his office — this one from House D'Aramitz.
It was short and direct.
"We heard Lugh Von Heim will be attending the duel. We want to meet him and, as such, will be arriving shortly."
At first, he had assumed there'd been a leak — someone within his staff must have seen the Von Heim invitation and reported it to others.
Perhaps a spy had slipped into the household under his very nose. But no, he quickly shook the thought away. He was being paranoid.
