Ch.2
"Now, now Master Duckula," Nanny trilled, making her way downstairs. "don't you worry about a thing," she sniffled. "Nanny's gonna tell you all about her troubles." if it meant salvaging the remains of his precious sanity.
Igor rolled his eyes.
Just as Nanny stepped inside the kitchen to join them when the teapot whistled.
Igor offered a steaming mug of cocoa to Duckula who begrudgingly accepted it. His wet strangled sobs died slowly down into whimpers.
Staring into his cup he couldn't help but feel a mixture of guilt and shame.
He felt as if the treatment that was dealt against him was somewhat deserved; what reasons did Nanny and Igor have to do this to him?
Why did they let him suffer for so long?
"Calm down, Milord," Igor gently suggested.
"That's right," Nanny agreed. "it's nothing that you done." she placed a hand upon Duckula's shoulder giving it a friendly squeeze before pulling up her own chair at the table.
"So what's this about," Duckula wasn't expecting an immediate response, Nanny's eyes were darting around the room. "well, then," he decided to broach an easier subject instead. "I noticed that both of you been acting secretive lately which leads me to believe something's wrong," he admitted. "and don't mind me saying so it shouldn't be any of my business-"
"Rightfully so," Igor interrupted.
"That's not the point," Duckula said, raising his voice. "both of you are making this problem mine," pounding a fist on the table. "and it's been driving me crazy!"
"Which is why you deserve an explanation," Nanny said, feeling remorseful. Her complexion became pale upon making eye contact with Duckula.
The room suddenly fell silent.
Igor only hoped he was emotional mature the handle the news he was about to receive.