Marian headed towards her husband’s office.
The shadows were long and deep; it was already very late. She would have wanted to go to bed already, to sleep off the tiredness from their trip to the capital – with Aaron’s machines, they didn’t need to drive the car or anything, but still – but Aaron had asked her to visit him, only hours after they’d arrived back home.
Why at this time, though? Something the children shouldn’t hear? Someone else is showing the wrong kind of interest on his facility? Or is it more death threats?
Aaron usually didn’t care about these sorts of things, but there were a few people in the kingdom – like that Duke Bumfuck, or whatever his name was – who could be a tad more troublesome to deal with than most of the nutters who found themselves outraged enough by Aaron’s uncommon intelligence to launch an attack on him or someone related to him.Continue reading