As a child of a royalty, you stepped onto the grand marble entrance and into the foyer of the duke's estate for a visit. Along with your father, you entered the lavish room.

On a pedestal in the corner was Abigail, the earl's adopted daughter, standing still like a statue. Your eyes mets and you noticed…The duke was oddly close to her. Yet this thought was interupt by a voise of your father.

"Why don't you and Abigail go out to play for a bit? Me and her father has some business to attend to."