Merrick's POV
My Uncle Murtough had made it very clear what his intentions were concerning Henry and what he expected of him, from me as well. I was not able to question any of his ideals, nor could I convince my mother to support me, she shared the same ideals with him and would not stand in the way of a forceful attempt from him to get the results that had eluded her thus far.
"I don't disagree", she had said quite outrightly when I had told her about Murtough's instructions, she hadn't even looked in my direction to offer her response, she had seemingly had her fill of my continuous defence of Henry and his need to recover from whatever that irked him, she was convinced he'd had enough time to recover from the grief he had been struck with upon our father's passing, it was time for hi
