The Duke's Tender Embrace

"What is this?"

"It was sent from the Duchess, Your Grace."

Raven lifted the cloth covering the basket, revealing many white petals. No, they were too coarse to be petals. The entire office was permeated with a fragrant scent.

"…So, what is this?"

"Apparently, they are called cookies. They are from the Duchess."

Terrance responded calmly.

"Oh, and one more thing. The Duchess baked them herself. They are said to help relieve fatigue."

"Ha ha ha!"

A sudden burst of laughter echoed from a man standing beside Raven. He was holding a stack of papers, laughing loudly while clutching his stomach.

"Lyndon, you're noisy."

"But cookies, for My Lord!"

Lyndon regretted not being home. Otherwise, he would have been rolling on the bed or even the floor, laughing out loud.