Writer's POV

　　Very late at night Martins sat with Serena at the living room, he watched as she dug into her plate of scrambled eggs, bread and tea, wondering when his father's men were going to fake the attack on them.

　　Serena, who had been eating in silence, looked up curiously at Martin. She hadn't missed the way he kept glancing at her. If there was something she had noticed the last two days, it was that Martin was very much similar to her brother, they always ...