The Knight's Mysterious Maid
Chapter 146: Plans (1)

Chapter 146: Plans (1)

"What part of I do not want to be disturbed did you not understand?" Travis questioned the man who walked into his study.

On his desk were papers about Rafael’s big return home and papers from the past. He woke up with a sudden interest in reading old papers about his dear nephew since his sister wasn’t sending back letters to answer his questions.

"The young lady is about to arrive."

"Is she? About time that she has gotten here. Make sure her room is ready for when she gets here. I promised her father that I would treat her like my own daughter," Travis said.

The two men who had been in the room the whole time while Travis read gave each other a look. The way Travis treated his daughter was questionable but they dared not say something to piss him off. The young lady arriving was only to be given special treatment because her marriage to Rafael would give Travis a good amount of money and a new friend.

"Understood," the servant replied, walking backwards to get out of the room before something might be thrown at him for interrupting the young lord.

The door closed and the room went silent once again.

"I am sure everything will-"

"Shut up," Travis said, putting down the latest paper about Rafael. "It will go as planned this time. I will not allow a repeat of what my sister did. My nephew will marry the young lady I have picked out for him."

"He should be grateful that the Normans are finally accepting him. Your presence is not easily offered to just anyone," Solomon, one of the men who worried for Travis, said.

"That is true," Travis replied, enjoying the compliment.

"His head must have been filled with lies by his bastard father," Mack, the second man standing to the side of Travis’s desk, commented.

"The orphan has always been troubled. If his mother was going to abandon him, why not just kill him in the first place instead of floating the child down a river? His name still irritates me. River," Travis repeated the dreaded name.

"We’ve been told his mother was a whore from the red light district. Couldn’t keep the child so she wanted it to drown in the river," Mack added.

"The fucking whore couldn’t even do that right. Now I have to be dealing with the bastard she left behind in this world. I suppose it is my fault-"

"No!" Solomon exclaimed and immediately regretted his decision to interrupt Travis. He took a step back. "You only wanted to cheer your sister up. What happened after shocked us all since she was a young lady, born of class."

"You are right. I was being a kind older brother to try cheering her up about her engagement. I thought a dog would have done the trick to keep her distracted, but then she needed a guard. Someone who wasn’t a part of our family so I used the pitiful man who wished to be a knight to guard her. Little did I know Beatrice had it in her to act like a common whore on the street," Travis muttered, angered by the past once more.

"She invited that bastard to her bed. If she was so desperate for a man’s touch I would have-" Travis paused to look at Mack who sneezed in the middle of him speaking. "You idiots. I thought you hired the best men to torment her."

"We did. None of us expected that her husband would have killed them. He is still an infamous knight-"

Mack nudged Solomon’s arm to get him to shut up from complimenting River in front of Travis. "You asked us to find men who you didn’t care about if they died. Someone we have on the inside said that your sister started to panic so you achieved what you wanted. Should we go on to the next plan?"

"Not yet. Let my sister try to guess what I will do next. I will slowly turn her into a mad woman," Travis smiled, looking at the large portrait of Beatrice in his room.

Soloman wondered if that was a good idea when Travis’s father was requesting that his daughter finally return home to see him. There was a good chance for Beatrice to speak with her father peacefully and her mother who kept sitting around staring at her daughter’s old portraits.

The rest of the Normans would never forgive her for the shame she caused them by running away with a man who did not suit her, but what mattered was her parents forgiving her. It was Travis who was hellbent on torturing Beatrice and sending her to a madhouse.

Solomon heard that Travis was quite close to doing it when they were younger. Beatrice ran away before he could send her away to have her "clear her mind" and get her on board to marry the man her family picked for her. Now Travis was trying to get her son to marry the daughter of the man she ran out on.

Solomon wondered if Travis was trying to make his sister lose her mind for not only costing him a lot when her engagement failed but also because there was a big inheritance left to her. Her family disowned her at one point, but to the court, she was still a Norman and there was money owed to her.

Travis stood up, picking up a knife from his desk. "It is soon time for me to finally introduce myself to my nephew. Have you been keeping a good eye on him?"

"Yes. We have been making sure he is safe-"

"I don’t care about him being safe, you fools. What has he been doing? Just like his father, I am sure he is looking for me," said Travis.

"Right. We spotted him in the market last night. Walking with a woman. He stopped to talk to-"

Travis positioned the knife at the target in the room. "Get rid of that woman," he said.

He could not afford for Rafael to be like his mother and have someone get in the way of a wedding he was planning. Unless the woman by Rafael’s side was the princess or some rich young lady who could provide him with a better deal than the one he had now, she had to die.

"I will be a good uncle and find him a mistress once he is married. The great commander of knights does not need any distractions now," Travis said, throwing the knife. He smiled at how close he was to the target. He picked up another knife from the desk.

"Well, you see. That might not be easy. See, she went to his manor and never came out. She must be living with him. We will have to wait for when she comes out of the manor which can be any day now. We might have to send someone who we can dispose of after, to get rid of her. They are hiring more maids-"

"Knife," Travis said, holding out his hand after he threw the second knife. There weren’t any more on the desk.

"Oh yes," Mack replied. He removed quickly to pull out the other knives from where they were stuck.

He went to Beatrice’s portrait on the wall to start pulling them out. "We will get rid of the young woman for you soon."

"You better or it will be you in place of the portrait," said Travis.

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