"Father,"
The duke thought he was hallucinating, and then when he saw Rivienne looking at him as if she beckoned her dear father, fears of a grand duke appeared again. He glanced at others at the breakfast table as they were not interested. "What is it?" He asked.
"I would like to learn how to paint," Rivienne said, like a little girl asking for candy from her parents innocently. But it made the duke glare at her. Over her shoulder, he could see her own painting of a meadow he bought from an auction last week. He frowned and pretended as if she never talked to her. Why did this kid have to speak to him only when she was cooking some trouble?
"Father… please,"
The duke could not even yell at her in front of the other family members. "That would not-"
"I think that is a brilliant idea," Camellia voiced, looking at Rivienne profusely nodding. "Father, please let us find a teacher,"
