RISE OF THE DISCARDED SON-IN-LAW

DUMONT AGREES

Alarick had not gone in to see her but ever so often he would send one of his men to ask her the same question. Are you ready to confess? Charlotte would still shake her head and say that she was innocent. It was morning now, and although she had slept on the bare floor, she still refused to speak.

As Alarick sat in his father's study, browsing through some documents, he received another report from one of his men that he had sent to her room. The guard stood at the corner of the room waiting for Alarick's go ahead to speak. Alarick waved his hands in approval and the man started.

"She still maintains that she's innocent. She looks pale sir."

Alarick slammed his hand that still held papers, on the table. He threw a book across the room and stood up. Why was she so stubborn? Why wouldn't she break?

Alarick took a deep breath to calm himself. Getting worked up wouldn't help him. Alarick turned back to the man who still stood there unmoved by his outburst.

"It's fine. Keep the doors lock