The Duke of Veldon idly watched Azel's back as he departed from the living area and the large doors closed behind him. After a moment, he let out a weary sigh, and his shoulders slumped slightly.
Adelia giggled softly. "You must be exhausted after all that, Father," she told him. "The... Archduke is certainly a handful, shall I—"
"You are familiar with him." The Duke interrupted without turning to face her. He seemed absolutely sure of himself. "Are you not?"
Adelia fell silent, playing with the folds of her dress like she always did, she was completely unsure of how to respond.
How was she supposed to answer him? Would it be alright to tell him the truth? She would tell him the truth.
But then, what of the Archduke... Az, he surely wanted to keep it a secret, didn't he? Considering he hadn't mentioned it to her father earlier.
Still, for some reason, she got the feeling he wouldn't care if she told the truth or not.
