Bad Blood

After that, Sam dragged his brother along with Cameron. They headed back to the manor while Rufus and I remained in the training grounds.

"Did I see it correctly?" I muttered, staring mindlessly at where the three left off.

"You didn't, my lady." Rufus answered as he picked up a wooden sword from the ground.

"The Duke might have held back since he knew his head butler, Fabian, is here." 

I faced Rufus' direction. My brows almost reaching each other. I'm confused.

"What do you mean by that, Sir Knight? Was there a bad blood between Mister Fabian and the Fifth prince?"

A subtle smirk resurfaced on his lips. From my perspective, it was more of a proud smile from a brother to his big brother.

Right. Rufus was younger than Fabian. But Fabian preferred to be a butler because of personal reasons. Also, Fabian told me he was weak — I doubt it, though.