#Chapter 260 Please

Charles The familiar weight of paperwork pressed against my chest as I leaned back in my chair, scanning the documents spread across my desk. The waning light of the day filtered through the high windows of my office and cast long shadows across the room, a stark contrast to the flurry of activity that had dominated the past few days. The fallout of the trials had rippled through the Clans. The Greenvalleys were still undergoing interrogation and more and more atrocities were popping up. It was only a matter of time before someone implicated my uncle and I could chop his fucking head off. I wished it could have been Cecil's birthday for a little longer. I grinned remembering how happy she was. Blackwoods Castle had felt alive in a way that it hadn't in so long. With them gone, it felt cold in a way it hadn't felt since the coup. With a decisive sigh, I began gathering the last of my belongings. Documents were filed, orders relayed, and farewells issued to the loyal guards who maint