"Sugar cubes are being sold by the weight in gold and you can't even handle a simple bribe to get my daughter a spot in the freshman showcase?! My friends keep belittle me!" The Duchess spat, her sharp words like arrows as she hurled the fine porcelain teacup shattering against the wall with an angry clink.
The Duke of Panyit, a man not known for his finesse or calm demeanor, ducked just in time, narrowly avoiding the cup's impact. "You crazy old woman! That was a Laspili Isle cup! Do you know how much that was worth!?"
In the grand castle of the Panyit Duchy, shouting echoed down the halls. The Duchess, draped in silks and gaudy jewels, hurled porcelain cups in a fit of outrage, her gown glittering with enough gemstones to rival the night sky. Across from her, the Duke broad-shouldered and weary from endless bickering—responded with equally sharp words and cold disdain.
