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	The Lord of the Manor sat there. He was watching everything going on and he was vexed. Very vexed. The entire evening had been a disaster. This was not how things were supposed to go. There was supposed to be a ball, there were plans. This was not them. These people in his home, these uninvited guests, acting as if they were owed anything besides the cold. He didn't have to take them in, to allow them into the warmth of his home. He pulse quickened at the very thought of some of their audacity. They were not there for the ball, they were strangers in his home. He had every right to see their faces. He had more rights than that. To know exactly who they were and just what had brought them there beyond a simple invitation that they had shown. From the way they acted he knew not one of them would have just let the same happen to them in their own homes. They would have demanded as many answers if not more. From the looks of some of them, they would have done far worse than he had. He had demanded simple respect for his home and yet not even that was given from the lot of them. 

	The pale woman sat there, putting her glass down as she watched. The last two having removed their masks. It was the first time she had seen them without them and she tilted her head to the side looking at Cobalt. The other four men at the table seemed to be busy eating but not her. Her eyes drifted from Cobalt and over towards Lord Bardolf. Her lilac eyes widening as the man sitting at the head of the table broke into a cold sweat. "Father?" she asked, saying so much more than just the single word that left her lips as she leaned closer to him. He grabbed his chest, clutching at his breast of his coat. "Father!" she cried as she stood up, her thing fragile body moving quickly. "Jasper!" she called and Jaspers head jerked to the the direction of her voice. 

	"My Lord!" he called out as he rushed over as Bardolf collapsed on the table, leaning over as his body convulsed and strained. "Sir!" Jasper said as he got there. The woman stepping back as her hand covered her mouth. This wasn't happening but it was. Something had happened. Jasper was rushing to try to get him to sit up. To see if maybe he was choking on something but that wasn't it. It was something more but what? The Lord of the Manor was gone and Jasper looked over at the girl. "Lady Analia...He's gone..." he said in a quiet voice. She shook her head, she couldn't believe it. "I'm so sorry child..." Jasper looked around at the people. There was no sign of foul play but he wasn't counting it out as his eyes narrowed. 

	Down in the sewing room during all this, things had been taken care of and Rhoda went to the door and opened it. Quinton was standing there and waiting. The two exchanged a few words before Quinton looked at the three. "This way," he ordered and waited for them to join him. Leading them up the stairs to the third floor and through the maze of rooms until they came to the State Dining Room. The door opening and Quinton stepping in with the three of them in tow. Only to stop a few feet in the room as he spotted the lifeless form of the Lord of the Manor sitting there, having been leaned back in his chair by Jasper. Jasper looked over to him with sadness and anger in his eyes. 

	"Alert the guards, no one leaves this house alive until we settle this," Jasper barked. 

	Lady Analia looked towards Jasper. "There's no one to protect me now..." she said as she spun and dashed weakly towards one of the windows to get away from the crowd of people.