💨 catch my muse in a lie | Edward to Hume

{ Random Acts }

A genuine chill crept down Graham’s spine when Captain Pellew abruptly dismissed his excuse – there was no urgent business to attend at this time, not under the admiralty. Propriety would not think of it outside of the most terrible of circumstances, and a man senior in his command would surely be more involved than a newly minted captain. 

Straightening his spine and praying he could clear away any suspicion toward the lieutenant whose bed he had just left, he attempted again with a simple and curt, “It was of a personal nature, sir. Forgive me – I had not meant to insinuate otherwise.”