Chapter 21: Every Night
"What did you say again?" I asked the cook, Ralph for the nth time already as soon as I returned to the manor from strolling and checking the North Wing. I was sending my regards to the cook when Ralph said something that shocked my whole being.
"It was His Grace who has asked for your meal, Luna, not Alpha Grant."
"Are you sure? Not Grant?" I confirmed it again.
Ralph shook his head. "It's the Duke of Ascian who suggested to bring your meal and Alpha was forced to compel."
I furrowed my eyebrows. "Why would the duke do that?" I asked, suddenly confused from Sylvester's action.
"I am not sure, Luna. His Grace appeared here to the cooking area and asked me to prepare your meal." Ralph sighed.
"I see..." Then I forced a smile. "Thank you for informing me, Ralph." I nodded my head at him.
"At your service." Ralph nodded.