Marcus leaned on his office chair and smiled casually.
"And speaking of my brother… have you by any chance… considered my proposal?"
The mood in the room immediately changed, the formerly friendly atmosphere turning tense.
Duke sat down on the soft leather couch, his face hard as he pondered on his uncle's words.
His proposal was a hard pill to swallow. Although he knew his uncle was doing his best for the sake of the barony, what he was asking for…
It was just too much.
He had thought about it for weeks now, yet, no matter how long he did, nothing seemed like the right choice.
"Haaa—!" He breathed out a sigh, running a hand through his damp hair.
Plop!
Just as he did, a soft towel landed on his head, and then delicate fingers massaged it into his hair, drying it.
When the towel came off, Doris, his fiancée, was smiling at him.
"I told you to stay out of the rain, you're going to catch a cold at this rate…" Doris pouted.
