Aaron felt wronged! It wasn't like she would listen to him! And also, father was the type to go along with her whims so he has no right to scold him now! Of course, he couldn't say any of it right now. He closed his eyes and hoped his father would calm down.
Adeline winced, feeling more like a scolded child than ever. The murmurs from the mercenaries and spies in the room only made it worse. "Father," she started, her voice trembling. "Can we... Maybe talk somewhere more private?"
The Marquess glared at her, his anger only barely held in check, but after a moment he gave a sharp nod. "Fine. Let's discuss how you've decided to court disaster—privately."
He motioned for her to follow him, leading her through a winding corridor into a sparsely furnished office. The door slammed shut behind them, making Adeline jump.
"Well?" He demanded, crossing his arms. The sparks around him finally subsided, but the heat of his anger lingered in the room. "Speak."
