Baron Duval's Castle, the Inner Castle.
"How is Sylvan's condition?"
The Baron's voice came from behind the curtain, followed by a fit of suppressed coughing. An attendant hurriedly handed over a silk handkerchief, which came away stained with streaks of blood.
Rotton bowed slightly. "The doctor said that even if he recovers, his already cursed body will be in even worse shape. While the poison wasn't fatal, it has placed a great strain on his already weak constitution."
The Baron's fingers toyed with the silk curtain. "Who do you think did it? Sylvan? Or Kelvin?"
Rotton pondered for a moment. "Both young masters are suspects. If Master Sylvan orchestrated this himself, he could use it to gain sympathy and solidify his position. If it was Master Kelvin's doing, removing his older brother would naturally clear his path to inheritance."
