I was filled with horror as Richard took control of my mind and body. I had no idea what he was planning
The story I am about to tell happened many years ago. As I sit penning this story, I am filled with regret about a blood bond I made with a fellow school boy. He was the Viscount, Richard Bullen. Richard was the son of an Earl. The bond we had made became an accursed blood bond. A bond that was so innocent at the time, later cost me the loss of my wife, my home and my job. I lived at Bletstone House (the late Richard’s home) for sometime, but my life became too lonely. The Earl Francis Bullen had died in Greece and his wife, Countess Maud Bullen, believing I was Richard returned from the dead considered me to be the new Earl. Before her death, I did not have the heart to tell her the truth. I felt sure the staff at Bletstone House knew I was an impostor. What they did not know was, I was an innocent victim of an accursed blood bond.