Location: Wyndham Estate near Hyde Park (Out front)
Fyror listened to Jeanette and Virginia’s conversation in thoughtful silence. They both seemed to share to some degree his concern for the sudden appearance of a Soulless within the confines of London. At the mention of the event at Almacks tonight, his mind immediately went back to his family. He had a sinking feeling that despite the extra precautions put into place, Almacks would not be any safer. His heart constricted at the thought of his whole family being there. Some of the other officers from Colchester Garrison would be there as well. Fyror knew he must inform them upon their arrival of the present danger posed by the invading Soulless. If the threat increases, it may be beneficial for more of the regiment to be brought into London and to do a thorough sweep of the city. He hoped it wouldn’t be necessary, but he was open to the possibility. He would do almost anything to keep people safe.
Fyror’s brows furrowed slightly at the remark that both Jeanette and Virginia had nightmares recently. A small shiver went down his spine as he briefly recalled his own nightmare. Was it simply a coincidence that they all had nightmares around the same time? Or was it an omen of something terrible to come? He was pulled from his thoughts when Jeanette introduced him to Virginia. A genuine smile graced his lips once more. “The pleasure’s all mine, miss,” he replied politely in response to Virginia as he inclined his head. He found her quite peculiar, but nevertheless he would treat her with respect. Surely, she didn’t find enjoyment in pain and suffering?
His gaze shifted to Millicent Wyndham as she exited the manor and approached them. He respectfully inclined his head in greeting, but she hadn’t seemed to notice him yet. His eyes roamed the soft contours of her face as she addressed Jeanette. He quickly noticed the mark that marred her beautiful face. He could make out the shape of a handprint underneath a layer of powder, likely used to camouflage it. His gaze became more intense, almost piercing, as anger filled him. How dare someone strike a woman?! If I catch the culprit, I swear I will give them a piece of my mind!
It took a moment for Fyror’s gaze to soften when Millicent turned to acknowledge his presence. He vaguely hoped she had not caught sight of him seemingly glaring in her direction. He did not wish to give her the wrong idea. He maintained steady eye contact with her as she spoke. Her offer to further discuss the situation in Hyde Park was tempting, but he was adamant to accompany Jeanette to the church as planned. “I am afraid that I must decline the offer. I wish to accompany Ms. Crane to the nearby church to ensure she gets there safely. There could be more Soulless in London, so one can never be too careful. Thereafter I must return to my family. My brother is currently watching over my mother and sister,” Fyror replied apologetically. “I will be at Almacks tonight with my family. Perhaps we will meet again there.”
Fyror heard movement behind him, alerting him to the presence of another. He spun on his heels, and his hand once more went instinctively to the hilt of his sword. His face fell when he saw a man holding the dead body of the Cargast’s latest victim.