The Lord was about to go to his room when he heard the commotion from the right wing of the castle. He halted his steps and made a turn. He walked towards the sound of the noise.
The physicians who were still lamenting over the loss of the child, and the misfortune of an apprentice suddenly turned quiet as they all bowed before the Lord who had unexpectedly shown up in the room.
"What's going on" Roderick, Lucas right hand man asked.
"An apprentice physician killed the girl with a poisonous tonic" Paul the physician answered.
The Lord frowned when he heard what has been said. He stared at the little figure on bed who was motionless and asked in a cold voice.
"Where's the physician?"
" I ordered for her to be thrown In the dungeon" Lady Morgan answered.
"Please spare her milord. She's my apprentice and I made the tonic" Apollo said in fright.
No one dare raise their heads or look straight at the frightening Lord. They could only grit their teeth and talk.