C219 I have lived for I have been loved; I breathe my last, a folly of my gullibility.

Back in the Emerstone castle, Aldrich argued endlessly with his father with no effect.

“He either marries Lady Hendrich or I will disown him. He can marry any farmhand and be a lowly peasant.” The old duke insisted stubbornly.

“He is the knight of the order of St Michael the Archangel. The whole Abbey of St Michael of Archangel is his to rule