Just another reason. [7/5 - Larson]

[Larson Castell]

Larson had set out for Chrysa with his men early the next morning. He was eager to get this war done and over with. Thankfully he had men that hated traveling just as much as he did so they stopped only a few times to allow their horses to rest and cook up some food while they waited. They'd ended up shaving a few days off their time this way, only two, but they were thankful when they reached the gates of Chrysa.

Upon arrival their horses were taken and Larson separated from the men he traveled with. They all had their own duties to preform if they were to head to Mallory lands and cause an upheaval.

As he entered the castle two men approached him. His steward came into focus and the other man, plainly dressed, didn't look familiar. Before his man could speak, the messenger spoke up. "My lord, I have been sent with this message, only for your eyes. I was to physically deliver it to only you." The man handed the letter over to Larson and he took it with uncertainty.

With that exchange the man bowed and swiftly left the castle. Larson turned to his steward, a look of confusion on his face, and his man shrugged in return. "He has been here and waiting for you for two days my lord."

Larson shrugged and walked towards his study as he did he loosened the seal on the letter and tried to figure out who it was from before he opened it. The seal was smashed oddly, as if the stamp was pressed in crooked, and only once he started reading it did he freeze in motion.

Rosalie ...

He continued on as his steward entered the doorway and he looked up carefully showing no emotion. "The province Lady Mallory? She is dead?" in response his man simply nodded to confirm Larson's statement. "Interesting. I shall be out for supper and we shall catch up then." The steward bowed and closed the door as he left Larson to himself.

It was then, he realized what his words meant, he would fight this fight until his dying breath or Christopher Mallory's. He crumpled up the letter and threw it into the fire, tears streaming down his face, a resolve burning in his heart. That man hand killed his best friend and was slowly killing his wife. He would not go unpunished even if it was the last thing he did.