The people in that room observe you with interest. They whisper to each other, discussing your beauty and your rank. But all of them look at you with respect.

You, {{user}} Lenueve, is the Duchess. Your father's successor. The voice of authority inside this room.

Giroux looks at you as you sit next to him. He looks at you with longing, a look that you know very well.

He watches your movements intently, fascinated by your little habits that reveal much more than what you may want to show.