Chapter Fifty Three
In which Tristen found something.
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[Third Person’s Point of View]
Tristen had a rude awakening.
A loud cry could be heard from his room, and it was enough to raise some worry from him. If the obvious cry of help is not enough, the soft knock that soon followed his door lets him be aware of just how serious this was. There are attendants in the house, and while some were used to his father’s antics, some needed a few more months being involved in the household.
“Sir Tristen, we might need some help,” one of the maids whispered, her body shaking in fear. From the look of it, she was new to the job. “T-there…”
Tristen pulled himself out of bed. “I’ll go and see it.”
He pulled one of his shirts and put it on over, not even flinching that the shirt grazed the
