Chapter Ninety Eight

The butler burst into the room, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "My Lord," he stammered, his voice filled with urgency. "Duke Ryan...The Grand Duke… His Grace is here."

Count Edmund was taken aback by the news. "Why is he here?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of fear.

The butler shook his head, his expression filled with uncertainty. "I don't know, Your Lordship," he replied. "But he doesn't look happy."

Count Edmund's face paled. He knew that  Ryan was a man to be feared. He was powerful, ruthless, and he held the fate of the entire duchy in his hands.

"Tell him I'll be right down," Count Edmund said, his voice trembling slightly.

The butler nodded and left the room, closing the door behind him. Count Edmund turned to his wife, his eyes filled with fear. "What have you done woman?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.