KNOCK KNOCK. There was a gentle knock on the door.
"Come in," Lewis said.
A male servant from the castle pushed the door open and entered.
"Stacy and Leech, how are they?" Lewis asked.
He had told the servant to keep an eye on them. If the two of them had quietly gone off to sleep together, Lewis, despite being both an uncle and a father and quite angry about it, would have forced himself to turn a blind eye.
It was no different from standing guard outside his nephew's and daughter's door while they had a tryst.
The male servant looked at the three generations of the family in the study, swallowed nervously, and said, "Miss Stacy and Lord Leech went to the training grounds. They've changed their clothes and are going to have a duel."
"What!"
"Was it Stacy's idea?" Lewis demanded angrily. He felt she deserved a beating, even if she was a grown woman of nearly twenty.
"No," the servant said, his head bowed. "It was Lord Leech. He invited Miss Stacy himself."
