"You're up too close to me, Tasha."
"Don't ignore my question."
"I'm going to address it; calm down." Michael scrunched up his forehead so bad he grew a lot of wrinkle lines on it. He raked his hair to calm himself down. "I went there to reconsider Archduke's decision personally."
"Decision?" Suddenly, her grasps let loose and continued to watch him in skepticism.
"Don't tell Lucy or even the twins." He suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered the words, which brought immense shock to her face.
Of all things, Anasthasia was surprised to hear how Eirwin, the Archduke, decided to take his time in solitude. He wanted nothing else but to detach from noble affairs.
She suddenly dropped her tone, matching his whispers, "Why?"
"I'm not sure." He shook his head. "Recently, I got to meet him, and he was beyond tired and drained from life."
"The same as your Father?"
"...Close but not quite."
