Gerald twisted the dead skin on his thumb every now and then in a disturbing manner that irritated the person beside him in the carriage, but the servant didn't dare to show any emotions or look away so as not to provoke the young master.
Ever since the young man had walked through the gates of his father's manor, he'd only caused trouble and miserable nights for the servants. It was as if Nikolai housed a bitter old man, not a son. The man had decided to give his son time to think about what he actually wanted to do, maybe get down from the high emotions.
Nikolai wasn't a man that moved with mere words and agitation. He knew Gerald had only come to him because his pride was wounded. Of his two sons, Gerald had the thinnest pride, shown in how easily he was provoked.
