EDITED.
Their treachery was the poison they thought would end me; instead, it has become the venom that courses through my veins, fueling my vengeance." ~Araneae Ruber
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De Clare's County Estate
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THE SILENCE in the De Clare's estate made Ashby sick to the pit of his stomach. He had planned to take a few days to rest and heal his light wounds and cuts, but his mental sanity couldn't take it any longer.
He wanted out and he wanted it immediately.
Even the cricket and night owl didn't sound in the estate, nothing made a nose.
The staffs and knight footsteps were light and barely heard. When the dishes are placed on the table they bare clank.
And the lady's cutlery never made a sound while she ate.
In fact the only noise that came was from him. Ashby was not a noble, but that didn't mean he didn't know table etiquette. And he definitely knew it was not weird or uncalled-for, for the cutlery to hit the plates during meal time.
