#cedrickholt

“Dear Lady Millasant

I apologize for the delay in my response. I have been a very busy man.

In truth, I would be honored for you to be my wife’s Lady-In-Waiting, but, seeing as I haven’t a clue of who it is you are, nor do I know of your family... I would ask to meet with you beforehand. 

My wife’s safety and protection is above all, surely you can understand this

Regards,

Cedrick Holt.”

Cedrick finishes off the letter, only to fold it in half and slip it into it’s envelope, “Jacob!” the noble calls out.

Not but a moment after, the cocky looking young man strides in, grinning from ear to ear, “Yes, dearest brother?” 

A quick eye is given, only for Cedrick to then toss the letter at him, “See that that is delivered. Immediately.”

Jacob scoffs lightly, and without another word... to Cedrick at least.. turns around and chases down the nearest maid, obviously with the intent of coercing them into his newfound task. 

Cedrick simply rolls his eyes and returns to his whiskey.

Cedrick sits in his study, though not at his desk. This time, he was sitting at the fireplace, a mere ten feet from it, his eyes glued to that of the burning embers that flickered so violently. His hands grasped the ends of his high back, black leather chair, his left leg crossed over the top of the other. 

As he observes, there comes a quiet knock on the door that was to his right. 

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Enter.” Cedrick calls out.

Ravencrest enters, only to then bow his head and place a fist against his heart in respect, “Your Grace.”

“Commander Ravencrest.” The nobleman says with a nod himself, “You received my missive I presume?” Cedrick questions, those deep brown brows of his quirking.

The commander nods his head, “I did, your Grace.” 

“Very good. Sit.” A quick motion of the hand is offered towards the closest empty chair, “I have a bit of an issue.. and we are to resolve it. Immediately.”

Ravencrest’s features brighten up for a moment, a questioning look about him, “And.. what exactly is it, Lord Cedrick, that we will be tending to?”

Cedrick tips his head back and forth, lips curling up into a smirk, “I have heard rumors...that.. a dear friend of the family has been sentenced for crimes that she did not commit, or will be, and on top of this.. being sentenced by traitors to the crown. They hold no power to do so. I wish to know if this is true.” The rogue pushes himself forwards, forearms coming to rest against his knees. His eyes resting on that of his Commander’s, “Dragonblade. Seek out Lord Adisor Dragonblade immediately. Tell him Lord Cedrick Holt has a proposition, should it be an issue.”

Darion grins devilishly, only to push himself up from the chair and offer a deep bow, “Of course, Your Grace. He will be contacted.”

Cedrick’s smirk had only grown from the moment it was placed upon his handsome features, “Very good. I knew that I could count on you, my dear friend. Make haste. We haven’t much time left.”

Cedrick sent the letter off. 

The letter that finalized everything. The letter that perhaps sealed him in years worth of dedication and hard work. Such work that he was well accustomed to, regardless of whether or not he cared to do it. He was good at his work, and he certainly wouldn’t let an obstacle, no matter the size, stop him from obtaining what he and Adhelin spoke of mere nights before.

Head of House would be his.

Even if he had to pry the ring from his cousin’s hand.

The letter read.....

“Kaidren,

I write to you this evening to summon you to Silkwood Grove. The matter of Head of House has arisen again, and this time I will not allow for it to remain with those who misuse or simply sit on it.

Four nights from this one, at nine bells.

I will see you then.”