Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty
Declan froze holding the box torn between the choice of whether to open the box now or wait till his mother was awake. He ran a hand through his hair keeping the box on the table before climbing into his bed.

If his family were sending him packages, it only meant one thing… they are running out of patience. Taking a deep breathe, Declan closed his eyes and drifted asleep.

“You are already awake?” Elizabeth asked as Declan walked downstairs.

“Good morning mother.” Declan said, rubbing his eyes.

“Go to the dining room, I will soon be done making breakfast.”

“Mother we have people who can take care of that. Shouldn't you be resting?”

“If I want to make breakfast for my son, I can and I will. Now go to the dining and…”

Elizabeth’s voice drifted away when her gaze landed on a box in Declan's arms bearing a crest that she knew too well.

“When did that come in?” She asked not taking her gaze off the package.

“Last night. I saw it when I returned. Was about to discuss it with yo
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