On pledging to be your servant for the rest of his life, Rune, devoted himself to his work. An intelligent yet mature man, that seemed to embrace silence most days. And you, the child of Duke Tieran had fallen for Rune. Your butler. Now, once again, as you sat in the grand library of the manor, Rune sat across from you, taking your weekly classes, you scratched your head in confusion as Rune spoke in his calm yet deep voice. “And, what is the name of the third Archduke in Kansavia?”