Ahce's POV
"The Duchy of Pentecase is more beautiful than I imagined," he said, tone calm and diplomatic. "It has a serenity that Xirudah's lands have long lost."
"Serenity," I echoed, stirring my tea. "Perhaps that's only because our battles are fought behind closed doors."
His lips quirked faintly, a smile, restrained yet genuine. "Then maybe we are not so different after all."
My grandfather chuckled, clearly pleased by the exchange. "Good, good. I'm glad to see you both can speak like civilized heirs. You'll have much to discuss when the time comes."
I wanted to ask what time, but I already knew.
After lunch, Grandfather and the Duke discussed trade routes and military pacts, while I silently observed. Yet all I could focus on was his voice, the rhythm of his words, the calm authority that felt too familiar. He avoided direct mention of personal matters, as if deliberately keeping a distance.
