Pledge to the Little Lady

From the narrow hall within the Ferrer household, a person's footsteps echoed.

The warm light invading the place made the pathway clearer.

As the individual continued walking, his shadow danced with the warm light

His movement halted in front of an old-looking wooden door.

He went in and found himself in an unusual room. His eyes widened

The familiar aroma of books, the warmest light within the place, and the unfamiliar portraits of people he hadn't met all went into his sight.

Like a daydream disguised as a nightmare, he knew he wasn't alone

***

"Ismael, I see that you were able to separate the lady from the crown prince these days," Duke Ferrer said to his son.

The Duke was sitting on his usual seat in his workplace.

Ismael was currently standing before him.

Both hands of the Duke were on the handle of his chair.

The fingers from his right hand wouldn't stop tapping the handle. From the way he gazed at his son, his eyes thinned.