Morning sunlight poured through the tall windows of Duke Bertram Luminous's palace.
The entire mansion remained calm and elegant as servants moved quietly through the corridors while carrying out their duties.
Inside one of the large office chambers on the upper floor, Duke Bertram Luminous sat behind his massive wooden desk.
He wore a dark navy formal coat decorated with silver patterns near the collar along with black trousers and gloves. His golden-blond hair was neatly combed back, while his sharp golden eyes carried their usual strictness.
Several papers were scattered across the desk before him. But currently, Bertram was not focusing on work at all.
Instead, his fingers tapped lightly against the table as he waited. He had not forgotten what happened yesterday. What his daughter had done without his permission.
He needed to ask her for answers.
