Devon has never been this nervous in his life before.
Not when he had to go to war or not when he picked the sword for the first time, but now it was different as he wanted to talk to his master about Simon and how the hell he was going to that he had no idea.
This was not some small matter, this was the matter of his marriage, and that also not just with anyone with Simon Wren Amedio, the next duke of the Gealach empire.
And the fact that he did not have an heir or another blood-related sibling made matters a little worse.
And this is what has been eating his thoughts since he got up and to distract him he has been practicing sword art for hours without stopping as this was the only way he can feel better and distracted.
His body was drenched in sweat and his eyes were sharp and focused, they looked like they can pierce through a person's soul if he looked at them right now.
