Lex Talionis Of An Exiled Earl

nds as the slashing sound of swords and the loud boom of guns could be heard. The metallic smell of blood and the pungent scent of

ogether with his butler, Montague. A few seconds later, he stopped and ran back towards the entrance to his mother and embraced her, who was watching

. It was only yesterday when he was crowned as the heir of Ulster at his young age, but who could have thought t

arl of Ulster, his mother pushed him back towards the secret

shall befall unto him if you don't want

him from hugging his mother, the Countess, and led him t

in the middle, enough for a man to pass. But the attackers planted a few spies inside the palace, some of them they tru

er wailed firmly, but even if he struggled with Montague's hold, h

the door to his mother's room was slammed open. The attackers were h

, not wanting him to let out another wail. They stood there

well,

d Keyller's pupils contracted. His mother was lef

but Montague was holding him tightly, n

r of Ulster. Aren't you wel

m like you has no right

n his eighteen years had he heard his mother cursing. Neverthele

forgotten that you

y. You have nothing to claim here. Get the fuck off my place b

weak state of yours to fight me? We invaded your so-called palace and soon will fall into me.

me first before you can ever s

stop me from seeing my

ur son, nor am I

asking fo

n't help but inquire Montague if he understood

fuck! What are they talk

red and in the small hole where they were hiding, Keyller could see how the enem

sun in the desert. He wanted to shout but he couldn't. His voice was stuck in his throat. His face was drained of

for long! If you don't give me my son, I will fi

ess body. He wanted to scream. He wanted to go to her and hold her in his arms but Montague wouldn't let hi

ld on his arm and looked back at him. His eyes speak of desperation. He couldn't even see h

ll dangerous there." Montague did not let

aking their way to the other side, ho

as laced with anger that came from deep within.

a sword, young master!" Montague couldn't help but comment. He

ue's point, so, he could only cry in

will not win if they fight them he

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from the cold and he was suddenly finding the comfort and warmth of his room, but his hope crashed. He was not i

mell of the room. He slowly sat up while clutching his chest, which was covered i

oung maste

e traveled Keyller's ears, making him

r person who had just entered. He was in his mid-forties but his white

You are sti

sked again. He leaned his back on the bed r

t on a stool bef

tory here in Italy. You've been out si

one here and he doesn't easily trust strangers.

le

ression was still the same as i

asked, du

er be back. He left you

ven the only person that he trusted and fought side by side w