And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy and God I know I’m one…
Hybel 6th, 1513 – Finessa Estate, River Sulis, Lothianshire, Albion
The window Charlie was looking out rattled, as probably every window in the entire estate as a door slammed above.
“What d’you think that’s about?” Sev asked from the place where he lounged on his bed, a book propped up on his stomach, wrinkling the silk of his waistcoat. Charlie tipped his head to the side and shrugged. Leo was home and he’d just gotten back from the FitzChivalry estate. It could be anything. Vivi was a powder keg whenever their brother was around. He’d suspected that something was–wrong–between Leo and Vivi probably before Vivi and Leo suspected that something was wrong between them.