"Vitor, Theodore, both have a claw in hand, right?"
"Yes, Your Grace."
"Then come in." — Letting the two walk into the burgundy Calla's chambers, the Duke peeked at a surprised and curious Marianne who within felt a hint of happiness wondering of the sudden appearance of the scholar she had not seen for many weeks and months. A grin was restrained in the duke as he found her essence cute compared to the maturity at times she carried, and walking back to stand before her, his hand extended to introduce those she already knew. — "Marianne, I take it that you already know their names yet let me say them again. Here is Theodore who you have met at our household guarding the many books in our vast library and Vitor, the loyal guard and knight I have placed by your side to protect you."
"…" — In the silence she was to continue to fake, Marianne nodded. Looking at the father with further intrigue.
