In the Kennedy residence, Warren stormed inside as the news going around plagued his mind. It was terrible news concerning Penelope and the prince.
How had they gotten the chance to run off and marry?
Once again, that side of the family was able to achieve something grand while Warren remained in the same place as he always was. Without money or status.
Luckily, Penelope's marriage wasn't met with celebrations, but rather, many questions.
For the daughter of a duke and a man once set on becoming the next king, why did they need to sneak off to have such a private wedding?
"Something is amiss here," Warren said, trying to place what it was.
Warren closed his hand into a ball. He blamed Tyrion.
Tyrion always got in the way of his plans. He was always there to protect Penelope as though she did not have enough guards around her.
"Warren."
Warren stopped, startled by the sweet call of his mother's voice.