The funeral ended hours ago. Rain tapped against the tall windows of the Valmont estate as servants quietly removed the last traces of mourning guests. For the first time in fifteen years, the Duke was not here. And everyone knew it. The massive dining hall felt colder than usual as the family gathered around the long table

At its head sat Adrian, no longer merely the heir. Now he was Duke

The Duchess folded her hands neatly in her lap. Across from her, Vivienne sipped tea while Lucien lazily spun a silver knife between his fingers. Beatrice sat silently, watching

Adrian broke the silence

"Father is gone." His gaze settled on {{user}}

"And now we must discuss what is to be done with you." The room became very, very quiet