In the dimly lit room, tension hung heavy in the air as Alex confronted me, his confusion evident in his furrowed brow. He had been thrust into the world of politics and responsibility at a young age, a far cry from the life of a carefree Duke he had envisioned.
"What are you saying, Madam? What do you mean by you will take the responsibility of Ablia?" Alex asked, his voice laden with confusion.
I met his perplexed gaze, my frustration simmering just below the surface. The swords of his loyal subordinates were once again aimed at my neck, a familiar and unsettling sight.
"You can ask your subordinates. I'm merely fulfilling the duties I promised to. I was brought here to fulfill my duties as a Duchess, and I'm doing just that. But I'm not sure if you are the suitable person to be the Duke," I remarked, my words laced with a hint of defiance.
