A full month had come and gone since Azrael's last encounter with Isolde. In this span of time, he had been subjected to relentless training and study, neither of which suited to his liking. Despite his unwavering efforts, Duke Vaelorian continued to criticize him, asserting, "You still lack everything the Heir of the Vaelorian household should have."
The weight of these expectations and endless admonishments bore heavily on Azrael. He felt a deep exhaustion from the ceaseless demands placed upon him. Azrael's frustration boiled over as he retorted, "If I genuinely lack everything an heir should possess, why is he compelling me to accept this role in the first place? I don't want it."
His outburst was met with a harsh gesture, as he snapped the quill pen in his trembling hands, emphasizing the depth of his frustration and resentment.
