<81>
Raviel dazzled. She was different from Haven, who was merely a figurehead Duke. He became that position at eighteen and had wasted the past four years, whereas Raviel hadn’t spent a single day as anything less than a Count since she was fourteen.
Becoming the head of a family wasn’t an easy task. Beyond the myriad duties, the heavy sense of responsibility weighed down, and it required him to make decisions that could alter the fate of himself, his household, and the people of his estate at every moment.
While Haven was questioning his own qualifications and delaying his duties to his uncle, Trida, Raviel had been handling hers without complaining or whining to anyone.
Meeting her assertive gaze felt as if he was going to be pierced, so Haven turned his head away. He felt ashamed and at the same time hoped the woman sitting before him didn’t notice his trivial embarrassment.
