"Good morning, Lord Farrington," Captain Reynolds greeted him smoothly. His voice was calm and completely unbothered. "What a lovely, crisp morning we got today in the country, right?" he teased lightly.
Lord Farrington stared at the blue uniforms. He felt the cold, heavy weight of absolute defeat settle into his stomach.
Farrington slowly turned his head. He looked at the elderly butler, who was standing nervously near the doorway to the drawing room. The butler lowered his head in deep shame. He had not warned his master about the soldiers waiting outside.
Farrington looked back at the Captain. He saw the large number of well-trained guards awaiting him. He instantly knew the truth.
