Alina was walking from the library to her room, carrying a book, when Lord Fenton, a drunkard noble, known for his loose character, blocked her way.
He was so drunk that he couldn't even stand properly.
"The duke's little warmer," he slurred, looking her up and down. "Out for a stroll?"
"None of your business," she said.
He looked at the books in her hands and a crooked smile appeared on his face.
"Reading?" He scoffed. "That's what women do when they can't do anything useful."
"Lord Fenton," she said, calmly. "How is your estate? I hear the creditors visited again last month. That makes it the third time this year, doesn't it?"
His smile disappeared.
"And Lady Thornton must be very generous," she continued. "Entertaining you every Thursday while your wife waits at home."
His expression hardened.
