Chapter 81: Eyes Like Hers
Jonathan's expression turned gentle, speaking of a former lady of the house like any well‑known past figure.
"She did. For a long time. Bright, well‑liked. The duke still keeps her old rooms exactly as they were, from what I've heard."
Bart leaned forward slightly, curious but respectful. "You don't mind us asking about her?"
"Not at all," Jonathan said.
"Lady Beatrice was someone special here. Even those of us who came later as successor candidates hear the old stories."
Hannah's ears pricked quietly. "Successor candidates?"
Jonathan nodded lightly, as if it was common knowledge.
"The duke's position is difficult. His only daughter Beatrice left the duchy years ago and never came back.
His youngest child is still alive, but has been terribly ill for a long time—too unwell to ever rule.
So branch families and allied houses send their most promising young ones—me, Logan, others—to be considered as heirs."
