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I realized every one writes, the characters belong to the lovely S Meyer. So I say it too.

"James, you forget, you are no longer the heir of the estate." The prince told him.

"I am; Your highness." James sneered.

"The will is clear. You are not to have even a broken penny from the estate."

"It may be sire, but you forget, the will was not notarized and Lord Charles is dead, so is Solicitor Roberts."

I gasped a breath. He could not have. Could he?

"You cannot have killed him." I said.

"Oh my dear, no I would not have killed the man. He was conveniently trampled upon, by a carriage at night two days before now."

"It was bound to happen especially since he kept on offering late night house calls for council."

Blood rushed out of my face. I knew that James at least had something to do solicitor Robert's death. I was now faced with the worry, to what lengths would he go to get the lands? Then something clicked into place.

"You are mistaken. The will you have was a decoy. The one we have is already notarized. You are no longer the Lord of the shire. I ask you to leave in a civilized manner."

I saw James's expression turn livid, I was scared. It seemed as if he was about to go on a rampage. I was scared of his actions.

He had begun breathing harshly.

"You are going to regret crossing my paths." He sneered.

"We shall see about that."

"Soldiers, take him away."

"No, let me go. Don't you dare touch me, I will get you all."

"James, let us not disturb the peace of the house."

"You cannot order me in my own house." James struggled in the soldiers arms.

"James; maintain peace and know, this is not your house."

"This is my house; your little piece of paper can do nothing."

"James, be aware of who you speak to." I said.

"Oh look who speaks, the whore. Is that it, is that why the prince himself is protecting you, do you satisfy him in bed, are you his whore?"

"James…" the prince thundered.

"Your highness let it go, the man has lost his mind, and he knows not what he speaks. He is blinded by his fury." I touched the prince's rigid arm.

"He insults your name, how can you be so calm?"

"Sire, fighting fire with fire will end up burning us all. Amour proper is a must."

"Let his fury calm, he might be repentant of his actions."

"He leaves the manor now, I do not trust him to calm enough that I sleep peacefully."

"Guards carry him out of the grounds of the estate and ensure him accommodations."

The guards pulled him out of the house not heeding to his protests.

"Your highness? May I see my father?"

"The manor is just under our care, Lady Isabella; it is and always will be yours."

"It is thy kindness that speaks here."

"No, I speak the truth. The succession order does not involve me, my lady!"

I walked up the stairs and down the corridors, hurrying to my father's chambers, only to find them empty.

I was stunned, where could they have kept him?

"My lady he lies in the lower quarters."

"Could you not assure the preservation process be done in his chambers?"I thundered, appalled by their treatment of my father.

"Yes, my Lady. In fact I did exactly just that but when the workers arrived, Mr. James ordered his body away. He did not wish the smell to linger in his new living quarters."

"And you agreed with him, Jacob Black I hoped better that an action which portrays cowardice. Could you not stand up to him?"

"I did all I could, my lady; but the way we saw, he was the heir to your father's estate. We had no idea that you had the real will. I am deeply sorry for the insult that your father's remains had to take. I truly am, my Lady."

I walked to the lower quarters in search for my father. The men had ensured that he lay as comfortable as was possible in these wretched dwellings.

The prince walked behind me. I saw the look in his eyes as he watched the condition in which my father lay, covered in sacks and shawls. He was clearly furious.

"Has the medic been to see him?" I asked the maids who walked about doing their chores.

"No, ma'am, Mr. James forbade it. He said that he had died of his disease and that there was no need to spend money confirming it."

"Send for him quick."

"Yes, my Lady."

"Might I say that it feels good to have you here, though we all do wish that it was under better circumstances."

"I understand."

As we waited for the medic to come and examine my father, I took his hand and silently watched him. He looked so calm, so serene; almost as if he were sleeping; but I knew better.

The medic was ushered inside and he set about examining mine father. I watched on worry and dread filling me as his face contorted with confusion.

"What is the matter? Answer me."

"My Lady, your father died not of his illness but from poisoned blood."

I opened my mouth to speak but words failed me.

"Explain further." The prince commanded.

"Your majesty, we all knew that Lord Charles was ill, but in the last few days his condition was improving; so when I was informed of his death, I was baffled and so I waited to be summoned. Nothing of that sort happened and now I see that your father died not of his illness but he was poisoned. Pardon me your highness but I am led to believe that the one person who refused to let Lord Charles be examined is responsible for his downfall." The prince nodded.

I could see in his rigid motions that he felt the same way I did. I could not fathom what had led James to act in such vile and horrific manner.

How can someone stoop to such levels only to gain land? I was at a loss.

This news was sure to spread like wildfire and it was up to me to maintain calm. There would be time to mourn later, I reasoned with myself.

The household needed a mistress to look after it.

"Thank you for your services. Your dues will be paid in full by the morning. Come, I shall escort you outside."

I watched the medic leave the house before I turned to the prince.

"Your highness."

He gave me a slight nod to ensure me that he had acknowledged and understood what it was that I wished to say.

"Guards, ensure that Mr. James is being watched. I believe he is the main suspect in the murder of Lord Charles Swan"

I was surprised at what my character James did! He would not listen and calm down.

Again; he is a piece of work. Isn't he?

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PS: I had my interview for my college. They asked every one before me about current affairs; like Forbes list of most influential women, CEOs of different fortune 500 companies etc.

Me; they asked Booker prize winners and painters. how was I supposed to know that a particular painter always walked barefoot? LOL!