(Alright, I'm thanking everyone who made it this far, and honestly glad you're enjoying this little fiasco. To commemorate hitting a hundred chapters, think about showering this author—ahem, I mean this book—with gifts. Hehe, I hope to see you even as we clock the 200th chapter at a later date. Thank you.)
"My father bruised your heir, a child. It's only right that you did the same to him. In my eyes, it was a fair trade."
A visible wave of relief washed over the Duke. It wasn't that he regretted the act—Alaric Lucien Blackspire didn't regret shedding blood for his own—but he had been terrified that Julian would find him repulsive for it.
Seeing Julian's lack of blame was like a weight being lifted off his chest.
"I suppose it was," Alaric murmured, a small smile touching his lips.
