The Duke
It was a hard decision to make.
A very hard decision to make, he had thought, as he watched Theodore and Everetta's carriage roll away.
Yet he was doing it again - favouring one son instead of the other.
Theodore.
It was so satisfying to discover that he was not actually a eunuch…
But what a way to find out…
The old man chuckled to himself.
The joy he felt was indescribable. Perhaps he would finally spoil himself with one of his priceless bottles locked in the cellar.
Then he turned and went back inside to join the festivities. The ball was a wonderful success, thanks to Theodore. He had spent months painstakingly planning his brother's wedding, only to end up as the groom…
The Duke returned to his seat and looked around. The guests were still enjoying themselves. The dance floor was filled with twirling couples in assorted colours of attire.
Friedrich was still nowhere to be found.
