Chapitre 56: A Command

"Well?" Weston finally said after a moment of silence. He placed his hands on the desk and leaned forward, an expected look on his face.

A single order was all he needed. It took four words and one command for Weston to move.

'Bring her to me,' was all that Weston needed to hear. He could have Lydia Claymore brought here, kicking and screaming. Though, he was certain Duke Claymore would be heavily disappointed.

In terms of wealth and status, the Fitzcharles was technically below the Claymores. But the Fitzcharles name has been around for centuries, for they were one of the founding families of Pure-Breds. It was a name as old as time, much like the Luxtons.

"I'll speak to Grandmother," Elias responded in a bored, aloof voice.

Weston blinked. These weren't the four words he expected.

"Shouldn't we bring Lydia Claymore back to the castle?" Weston asked. "So that she can properly confirm that Matriarch Dorothy was the old woman that Lydia saw."