Gerlad looked at Adrian Doyle, a thin man with a clean-shaven head, nothing like his brother Oscar. Raising an eyebrow, he watched as Adrian looked into the distance at the approaching horse rider. His soldiers all watched like hawks, wondering if it was a trick of the enemy, but Gerlad waved them down after seeing the golden Clover.
'If he wished to fight, Uncle would have already sent an army. He isn't the type to be halfhearted.' Although bitter at having been shot down so easily for his own proposal about Mabel, there was a thin hope. He had sent his terms to Elias and was hoping the Prince Regent would accept. It was only a matter of waiting. Once the marriage went through, it would be a simple matter of removing Elias and having a child with Mabel.
