Chapter 45: The Divan

At the sound of the newcomer, Marquess Henry paused and turned to find Viscount Francis standing at the door with a stiff expression. He enthusiastically received him from the doorway and welcomed him to join them.

Viscount Francis asked Rhea if she were okay, to which she modestly replied with 'everything was okay, and no need to worry about the blood in my mouth haha'. Of course, that was not a very convincing reply to assure someone, but he chose not to pry. It would look awkward on his personality to showcase all that inner brotherly love that he had for her, suppressed deep deep inside him, like how one would sit on their suitcases overflowing with clothes in order to force it shut.

The gathering in the room was small. Rhea sat on an armchair, Marquess Henry chatted away on the couch adjacent to her with Marquess Beaufort quietly sipping on his tea next to him, Viscount Francis on the sofa to the left of Rhea, and Phileas icing his forehead on a divan.