Ah.
There it is.
That shift in the air, the slow-burning rage seeping into the Duke's very presence. It was justified, of course. If Lucavion had a daughter—hypothetically speaking, of course; the thought alone was absurd—he imagined he wouldn't take kindly to hearing she had nearly been torn apart by some feral creatures in another world either.
But the way Thaddeus' jaw clenched, the sheer weight of his fury simmering just beneath the surface… it was fascinating.
Lucavion tilted his head slightly, observing, measuring.
'He cares for her. Deeply. Despite everything, despite the circumstances.'
'Interesting.'
Thaddeus exhaled sharply, forcing his composure back into place, though his golden eyes still gleamed with restrained ire. "Then what happened?"
Lucavion hummed. Now that was a question, wasn't it?
What happened?
It was nothing much.
