Role

Chapter 8

Count Avil Leroy stood silently near a window. Peering through
the glass at a distant object, Avil was looking like he's made
of stone, and only his fingers, nervously drumming a window-sill,
betrayed his extreme uneasiness. Suddenly, a resonant voice broke
the sticky silence: "It's a boy!". A bright smile dawned Count's
face as he turned to a source of the voice. In a serie of gigantic
leaps he crossed the room, opening a stout oak door on his way like
a fluffy curtain. "His name will be Laes", stated the Count.
"Welcome to this world, son", he added with a soft smile on his
imperious features.