Mom...

Walking into his home, he wished to quickly head to his room but the scene in front of him shocked him... 

Why was he here?!

All he wanted now was to disappear into his room and escape the weight of his failures. But as he entered the main hall, he froze, the colour draining from his face. Seated beside his wife, the Duchess, was the assassin!

How was this possible? His mind was racing... Did she know everything?! There were too many possibilities now... And too many thoughts occupied his mind. If she knew... Should he kill her? Can he kill her? He did not have powers!

No... He worked too hard and took too many risks for everything to go down the drain. He will figure out a way... He always has!

He looked at the Duchess hoping to gauge her reaction... Her emotions... But he saw nothing. Not anger, not disappointment.