110 — Who are you?

Feeling a cold sensation in his skin, Lucian snapped back to reality. His blurry vision cleared, noticing the plates placed on the dining table in front of him. 

Although he knew what he saw earlier was merely a glimpse of his past, he looked around, disoriented. He felt the need to verify whether it was a mere dream. Once confirmed he wasn't in the king's palace, a question rose in his mind. How did he end up here? He vaguely recalled a maid calling for dinner and he had followed her without saying anything but the memory was still hazy. 

"I-I apologize," the maid, who had brushed the cold ustensile against his skin, bowed, continuing her task. The grand duke wasn't the kind of person who would mind such a behaviour however, the grand duchess was strict when it came to the maids behaviour. Although she was gentle and polite, she also had a domineering cold attitude, a constant contrast to her kind demeanor.