Chapter 92: The Duke's Proposition
When Hannah entered the grand dining hall that evening, the room fell quiet.
Jonathan stood by the fireplace in a crisp white-and-blue tunic, his eyes lighting up the moment he saw her.
Elias wore a ridiculous pink-and-white coat that clashed with his red hair, puffing out his chest to look taller.
Logan, in sharp navy, stared daggers from across the table.
At the head of the room, the Duke of Gorthmorde sat in a wheelchair, his frail frame wrapped in a velvet shawl.
He was not pushed by Ricky, but by another shadow guard.
The dinner began with a formal announcement, the duke's voice weak but firm, carrying across the silent hall.
"Allow me to introduce my granddaughter," he said, his gaze resting warmly on Hannah.
"Hannah, daughter of Beatrice. Though she currently bears the Bennington name, formal letters have been sent to the royal court to lawfully transfer her lineage to Gorthmorde."
Hannah froze, shock coursing through her.
