*
Franco stood gazing out of the library window, Eve had just blown into the room like the beginning of the mad March winds,
“Those twins just make me die!” She said, taking up position next to him. He smiled gently,
“They are, erm, unique.” He muttered as she left his side and breezed out of the room.
Franco was worried, lately he had begun to feel the heavy weight of old age, he had resisted it for so many years that when it finally came it came as a shock. He was worried that there would be no one to look after Eve when he was gone. He had always assumed that one day a younger man would come and take his position. There had been a couple of contenders but Franco had seen them off, now he began to feel that it was time to consider stepping down. He held up his hands in front of his face, he could picture the blood on them, but despite all he had done, he felt neither guilt nor shame. The world was a shitty place full of shitty people and they all got what they deserved. He smiled grimly to himself remembering when he had held Eve in his arms all those years ago, once he was a child to her, then her lover, now he felt more like a father to her. And of course above all else, he still loved her.
His gaze settled on a small group of crows waddling across the lawns, pecking and cawing, swaggering like black knights amongst peasants.