Silence was held by his throat as a shrieking yell reverberated through his disturbed soul.
The son of the Duke, his steps drove him away from his father's presence with a calmness that instead of relieving was filled with distressing grim for any who witnessed.
The hush in his buzzing mind was well kept as well as his strides did… Until the tranquil closure of his quarter's door occurred by his managed hands.
"....." — His golden eyes stared intently at his feet in a brief action to settle the feigned control he had barely maintained in a corner of his chest, so his outrage could explode, burning the strained lungs of the young master.
'Married?' — Paul's first thought finally emerged. Invoking a dishonest grin to emerge with his next mumblings. — "Heh… Haha… She can't."
