His boots clicked and clicked on the marble floors of the Fivolia Duchy's Manor floors. The marble of the walls and floors shine from the work of many servants to clean away the blood and secrets that still reside within the halls.

Duke Flynn straightened his coat and cast some calming magic on himself to make sure that he didn't explode after hearing the news and before meeting this new noble. A new count of low birth. A disgrace he thought to the aristocracy and to his own lineage for The king having made this new count under his vassalage. He didn't care if that noble had defeated multiple dragons and cleared out a dragon nest all on their own; they were still lowly.

He entered the study where the new aristocrat was sitting on the sofa and he spoke In a clear and calm tone.

"A pleasure to meet you count-"

That's when he paused and looked upon this...this... This being that seem to radiate purity that he knew he didn't have And he felt a lump in his throat and thought

Oh no…they're... Cute