"Should I just arrest the Pembroke family?" Eric thought to himself then he shook his head. " But then I won't catch Anne and use it against Philip." He let out a sigh.
The heavy oak door of his study was a formidable barrier, but the knocks that sounded upon it were hesitant, lacking any real conviction. Eric, hunched over a large, open ledger on his desk, didn't even look up. The only sound in the room was the steady, rhythmic scratching of his pen as it moved across the paper, tallying figures from a recent shipment.
"Enter," he replied, his voice calm and preoccupied.
The door opened, and his aide, Aiden, stepped in, followed by a pale and nervous-looking Lord George Pembroke.
Aiden bowed his head respectfully towards his master. "Lord Pembroke is here to see you, Your Grace."
Eric replied without looking up, his concentration still on the ledger he was reviewing. " Alright. Thank you Aiden. You may go."
