The castle of Countess Mai and Count Joey was a bustle of activity, for the next few weeks; the servants cleaned and dusted every room and the kitchen prepared a menu for the guests that were due to arrive. Everyone was excited to see who were going to show...well...almost everyone.
Henry was furious! He paced his room over and over; he had tried everything to put the whole up-coming, event out of his brain the last few weeks. He practiced his sword skills, rode his horse, but nothing worked. Scowling, he thought back to the conversation he and his aunt had after dinner that night...
"Have you lost your senses?!"
"Don't talk to me that way, young man!" Countess Mai roared, hands on her hips. "You should be happy I found a few who don't hate the English or want to kill us on sight! Many have a grudge against us for taking the land they love...very few accept us."
Henry growled. "You didn't think that maybe, they just said that so they could kill me?!"
"Stop being dramatic, Henry.