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“Your Grace!”
“Don’t call me that,” Nero growled as he stalked through the gates. His shoulders were squared, and in his eyes was a blazing fury as he headed straight towards the tall oak doors.
A shadow followed him everywhere he went, and the storm clouds in the sky did nothing to lift his mood.
“Your Grace!” another servant greeted as soon as he stepped into the entrance hall. Nero leveled his most cruel gaze on the boy, causing him to cower and slink back against the wall. He made his way forward, ignoring the fact that he was leaving dirt stains across the carpets.
They would know he was coming. Surely his father would know about it. And he would be anticipating him. But Nero had made up his mind. He’d given himself time to think, and he knew that he would have to take a s
