Lady Sarah was right. The banquet that the Grand Duke was hosting was not an event a noble lady would want to be in. We hadn't entered the premises yet, but the loud cheering as if we're heading into a bloody arena had reached my ear.
Was there some sort of fight occurring inside? Their cheering sounded as if it was an interesting battle.
"Does the noise bother you?" he asked while I gazed up at him.
"Not at all." I shook my head and smiled. "Your Grace."
He raised a brow while scanning me briefly. "That's too bad. We're not going in."
"What?" A frown instantly appeared on my lips and my reaction seemed to please him. Was he teasing me? It was quite effective, if so.
"I'm quite worried about my fiance and I'm afraid her frail heart can't take such a barbaric banquet." A charming smirk resurfaced on his lips; proof he was playing with my 'frail' heart.
