Kade looked at the sky, checking the position of the morning sun.
"We have to go to the palace on ti, My Lord," Kade reminded him professionally. "The King has summoned the military council for a full eting. The other lords will be waiting for your arrival.
Damon did not look at Kade. He continued pulling the thick black leather glove over his right hand. He snapped the leather tight around his wrist.
Damon was not thinking about the King. He was not thinking about the royal council. He was just blinded by his possessive rage.
Damon spoke out loud. He was murmuring to himself, but his deep voice carried clearly in the quiet morning air. Kade could hear every single word he said.
"First it was Allen," Damon grumbled darkly, staring at the side of the carriage.
He rembered the grand ball. He rembered Camilla looking at his cousin, Allen, and calling the young man handso in her mind.
"Now it is this Winston," Damon continued murmuring. His jaw clamped tightly shut. His dark brown eyes burned with a deadly fire.
He tightened his gloved hands into massive, hard fists.
"How many n do I have to fight for her?" Damon asked the empty air. His voice was full of bitterness.
Standing right beside him, Kade froze.
Kade blinked his eyes rapidly. He lowered the leather bag slightly. He stared at the General in confusion.
"General?" Kade asked slowly.
The young man had absolutely no idea what the General was talking about. He knew Allen was the General’s cousin, but who in the world was Winston? Why was the General talking about fighting n for his wife?
Damon heard Kade’s confused question.
Damon slowly turned his head. He looked directly at his aide.
The look in Damon’s eyes was absolutely terrifying.
Damon gave his aide a direct order.
"Investigate," Damon commanded firmly. His voice was cold and steady.
"Investigate about a man nad Winston," Damon said, speaking the na with hatred. "Find out everything. Find a man who had any past contact with the Lady before she married ."
Kade swallowed hard. "Yes, General."
But Damon was not finished. He stepped closer to Kade. He issued the rest of the order without a single shred of hesitation.
"When you find him," Damon whispered dangerously, his eyes black with murderous intent. "Cripple his hands and his feet. Break his bones so he can never walk toward her or touch her again."
Kade’s eyes widened in horror. Crippling a man without a royal trial was highly illegal.
"You know what," Damon added to his cold command, "throw his body into the sea. I want him gone completely."
Kade stood perfectly still. He listened to the brutal execution order.
Kade cleared his throat nervously. He needed facts to complete a mission successfully.
"But..." Kade spoke, hesitating slightly. "What is his last na, My Lord? Winston what?"
Kade pulled out a small piece of paper from his bag, ready to write the target’s full identity down.
"There are many people in the capital city," Kade explained logically. "There are nobles, rchants, rcenaries, and peasants. I need his full na to track him down."
Damon stared at Kade. Damon’s jaw ticked.
"I don’t know," Damon replied flatly.
He didn’t know the last na. He only knew what he had heard in the bedroom and at the breakfast table. He only had a first na.
Kade lowered his piece of paper. He looked at the General with an expression of despair.
"My Lord," Kade replied, his voice sounding incredibly stressed. "It is almost impossible to find soone only from their first na. The kingdom is massive. There could be hundreds of n nad Winston. I cannot just cripple every single man nad Winston in the entire Kingdom."
Damon did not care about logistics. He did not care about the difficulty of the task. He was just driven by his jealous heart.
Damon stepped right into Kade’s personal space. He looked down at his aide.
"Almost impossible," Damon repeated the words slowly, his voice a dark, nacing rumble. "Not entirely impossible."
Damon pointed a black-gloved finger directly at Kade’s chest.
"Then find that small chance," Damon ordered strictly, refusing to accept failure. "Turn the capital city upside down if you have to. Search the records. Bribe the tavern owners. Question the guards."
Damon turned his body away from Kade. He stepped up onto the small wooden step of the carriage.
"Find him," Damon commanded one last ti, looking back over his shoulder. "And capture him for . Do not fail , Kade."
With that final, impossible order, Damon entered the carriage. He sat down heavily on the velvet seat. The carriage door remained open, waiting for Kade to enter.
Kade stood alone on the stone pavent of the courtyard.
He held his leather bag tightly against his chest. He stared blankly at the side of the carriage.
His mind was broken by the sheer absurdity of his new mission. He was a military aide. His job was to fight enemy armies and manage war supplies. Now, he was tasked with hunting down a mysterious, faceless lover based entirely on a common first na, just because his commander was wildly, insanely jealous.
Kade let out a very long defeated sigh. He dropped his shoulders.
"The General," Kade spoke to himself quietly, muttering his deep frustration into the cold morning air. "Will definitely be the death of sooner than later."
Kade shook his head sadly. He tucked his leather bag securely under his arm.
He walked up the small wooden step and followed Damon inside the carriage. He sat down on the seat opposite the General. He closed the door firmly behind him.
The carriage driver cracked his long leather whip.
Snap.
The strong horses neighed loudly and stepped forward. The wheels rolled across the stone paving. The carriage left the building, heading rapidly toward the royal palace for the eting.
Inside the carriage, the atmosphere was silent and tense.
Damon sat with his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his mind filled with plans to destroy the man who dared to steal his wife’s smile.
And right across from him, Kade sat quietly, ntally trying to figure out exactly how he was going to explain to his people that they were now officially hunting a ghost nad Winston, completely unaware that the secret lover they were trying to murder was actually her loveable fluffy house cat.
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