Pursuit

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Cedric knelt in awe at the mystifying duchess. She lifted her head imperiously,

            “It is not him; he is not the one. Far too weak of will.” Cedric did not feel insulted, rather warmed that she spoke of him. His sudden dependence on her was sick, wrong, unnatural, but Cedric didn’t know any better anymore. The duchess lowered her eyes to meet Cedric’s gaze.

            “Is it one of your sons that I seek? How would you feel, if I took one of them? Or maybe it is your wife, sad little Virginia? Yes, maybe it is she.” Cedric suddenly had a moment of clarity. His wife and children were in danger; he had to do something. His hands searched for a weapon, anything, when he found himself hanging inches from the ground, the duchess’s hand the only thing keeping him from falling. Her voice rang out to her guards,

            “Find her, find her and bring her to me. Perhaps she is something… special. Oh, and would you please dispose of … this,” She said this as if he was an animal, a lowly, disgusting animal.