Twenty Eight: Handling Matters.

The next day at the Esselrades manor, Lucas stood in front of his father's study without moving. His forehead was filled with beads of sweat as he looked to be debating about something.

 " How long are you going to stand there and waste my time ", his father's voice was heard from inside. Lucas flinched back a little as he trembled in fear. How does always know I'm here? He took in a deep breath and steeled his resolve, " I can do this "

 He pushed the doors open before closing them and stepping before his father's desk. An oppressive aura overwhelmed him almost immediately making it hard for him to breathe much less move. He felt a sharp gaze land on him and he couldn't stop himself from shivering.

 " You're still as weak as before ", his father commented.

 " Greetings Grand duke Esselrades ", he bowed ignoring his father, Edmund's question. Edmund remained silent while staring at Lucas who continued to shudder.

 " Father I... "