At this moment, what came to William's mind was Daemon.
He had heard of that image, back then, the sixteen year old Daemon, splattered
Lierger family with blood in one night, killing all those who stood in his way.
All his Whyte clothes turned red and his amber pupils were stained with blood.
He stepped on the blood of Lierger's family members and stepped up to the position
of Lierger family's ruler before he had the power to call the shots today!!!
Daemon, William, would have that day too.
"Knock knock!"
At this time, there was a sudden and urgent knock on the door outside, and the
attendant reported anxiously, "Your Highness, Lord Silas is here."
"Invite him in." William responded.
"But…" The attendant dared not speak.
"Speak." William ordered.
"The Lord Silas has a group of officers with him and says he is inviting you to the
palace." The attendant said anxiously, "They have come in."
"This is outrageous." Clark was anxious, "Is this their way of trying to arrest you?"
"I suppose so." William smiled slightly, "Don't be nervous, it's just to stay at
Grandfather's for a while, he'll be back soon."
"Your Highness…"
"If Derila calls and asks, don't tell her the news yet." William admonished, "Wait
until you hear about her marriage to Mr.Lierger. Understood?"
"Understood!" Clark nodded with red eyes.
William made a gesture and his attendant pushed him out.
Outside, the Silas was waiting at the door with a team of men, and was being polite by
not barging in.
"Your Highness, what is your trouble?" The Silas, more or less in pity for William,
advised in a low voice, "It will not end well to go against His Majesty."
"I just don't want to betray my friends." William lifted the corners of his lips slightly,
"Thank you Lord Silas."
"Alas…" the Silas sighed deeply.
Several officers stepped forward to handcuff William.
Silas hurriedly barked low, "What for?"
"His Majesty's meaning…"
"His Majesty's meaning is to invite William to the palace for a small stay, what are you
doing?" The Silas bellowed in exasperation, "His Highness has no hands and cannot
walk independently on his legs, as far as to get on the guy?"
"Yes." The officers bowed their heads and pushed William's wheelchair out.
"Your Highness…"
The servant helped Clark out after him, Clark's voice choked several times as he knelt
down on one knee and begged the Silas, "Lord Silas, I beg you to take more care of my
highness, he is weak."
"I know, I know." Silas patted him on the shoulder, left him with a reassuring look and
turned to leave.
William was carried to the car and kept his head down. It was still raining outside, his
clothes were soaked, his hair was drenched, and his face was a little pale.
The car slowly drove out.
William looked in the rear view mirror at the fading castle and the maids watching him
silently in the rain, and his heart twisted.
The eighty or so men, all watching him silently in the rain.
These twenty years of oppression and humiliation had made them silently resign
themselves to their fate.
It seemed that no matter what happened, they could only choose to endure it.
Like this forgotten grey castle, even with its royal blood and identity, it was still lonely
and desolate.
……
Xendale.
Daemon stepped down from the car and was hurriedly greeted by several maids who
took his coat.
"Sir, dinner is ready." Norah greeted with a smile.
"Mmm." Daemon responded and hurried upstairs to his study.
"Sir." Harrison brought a few urgent documents for him to sign, "You've been so busy
lately, coming back from the office and having things chased down to the house."
"Did she call?" Daemon was concerned about this.
"You mean Ms.Feroma? No." Harrison answered cautiously.
"Where's William?" Daemon was signing.
"Neither." Harrison said softly, "But word came from over there that William was taken into
the palace, it seems, in a military vehicle, straight away."
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