He tried rubbing his eyes and opening them again, looking closer to make sure that he was seeing it right. For the second time he looked, he was definitely sure that it was the next in line to be the Duke. The son of Duke Matthias and Duchess Frances.
'But why is here?' Chance thought. When the Duke and Duchess bid farewell to return to their manor, he was sure that their son was with them. 'Did he follow when we were walking to the library?'
Fortunately, the soon-to-be duke did not notice him, which means he was not the one he was looking at. But after thinking that he was lucky for the young duke to not notice him, the direction in the man's eyes shifted to his direction. 'What a rotten luck.' Chance thought as he looked at him awkwardly.
