"Roan! How many times should I have to have to tell you to not to go in front of your father," yelled the Grand Duchess.
Roan didn't even look at her as he answered, "Not my fault old man's gone mad," As he continued to go through the paperwork, "And who gave you permission to enter the Hier's office?" He looked up.
"You- I will get you," she spoke through gritted teeth and left.
Roan pinched the bridge of his nose as he leaned back in his chair. A sigh left his lips as he closed his eyes.
A knock brought him back. He sat straight and ordered to enter. It was Ivy. Roan frowned and nodded, indicating her to enter.
"Are you okay, Brother?" she asked, "I saw Father earlier. He did not seem well. I wondered if he hurt you," Concern laced her voice.
"As you can see, I am fine. Unfortunate for him. But weren't you supposed to leave today for the academy? Your vacations are over" Roan asked.
