PERFECT PLAN OF AMBROSE!
Edwin sat in his rocking chair in his office with a glass of wolfsbane potion on the small table beside him. He needed the third glass as the previous two did not do much good to keep his mind in check.
He thought his head would blow up if he didn't do anything about it. But then what could he do?
The last few days had been just too much for him emotionally. He could fight on the battlefield for days, spend his months on a mission and years in training and learning the complex arts, but living even hours of emotional stress was something he was not used to.
For decades he had kept himself aloof from that thing, but how long he could have gone without it. It was bound to chase after him.
First Florence's death affected him in so many ways than he could have thought. Then the tussle between his family and mate was another thing he had to worry about.