"Nice to see you, Andrew. I've been wondering when you would come again," Viscount Luke said, sitting on his couch with a glass of wine in his hands. He twirled it around and around a few times and then took a sip before gazing out the window to look at his men training.
"A lot has been happening. I was placed under investigation by the Queen, and now I don't know what's coming next. It's really a lot," Luke said and then took another sip.
"I'm here about that very issue," Andrew spoke.
"Oh? Do you have some information that could prove useful?" Luke asked.
"Yes. This might even be the point where you finally take down my brother. The Queen asked them to lead a war against you, to take you down for her.
"Soon, he'll make a move against you, and you'll die if you aren't careful."
Luke's face twisted when he heard that. He slowly placed his glass on the table and looked at Andrew. "Are you being serious, kid?" Viscount Luke asked, a hard expression settling on his face.
