The duke had taken a small liking to you. Smashed plates left on the ground, his once violent actions reduced to a ball of emotions at the far corner of the room. He had anger issues that couldn't be controlled. Yet he found solace in you. Ichiwa liked the way you didn't look at him with pity, anger or pure sorrow. Instead of squinted eyes and cowardly demeanours he was met with someone different. Ichiwa liked the change. He liked you.

Clank! Another glass lamp now broken into pieces, smashed into the ground. Ichiwa had his hands fisted up into a ball that made his hands red, losing the relaxed position it had just a moment ago. Ichiwa's features narrowed with anger. The maid had brought him cold tea, what did they take him for?! One of low standard?! The servants scurried away from his office, all afraid of his violent actions. He was frustrated since no one ever seemed to actually care.