Damian reached the drawing room with Eilika and Sylvian trailing behind him.
Henry rose to his feet the moment they entered, offering a low, respectful bow to the Duke. The usual bitterness that clouded his features was gone, replaced by a visible humbleness in his gaze.
"Please, stay seated," Damian said. He turned his head slightly toward those behind him. "I would like to have a private moment with Lord Henry."
Eilika and Sylvian exchanged a brief, meaningful look before stepping back. They walked away together, the sound of their footsteps fading down the corridor as they both hoped the Duke would finally clear the air with his father-in-law, and that the long-standing resentment between the two men might finally reach its end.
Damian dismissed the servants as they finished placing the assortments on the table, then personally served the tea to Henry.
"Please, have your tea," he stated.
