A loud crash echoed through the grand halls of the Remiro estate, followed swiftly by the unmistakable sound of glass shattering into a thousand glittering pieces.
Then—
"WHAT DID YOU FUCKING SAY?!!!"
Noelle's voice ripped through the corridors like a war cry, laced with enough venom to make even the most hardened soldiers flinch.
Concerned servants exchanged uneasy glances before one of them, braver than the rest, bolted off to alert the Duke. The rest, wisely, scattered like frightened rabbits, suddenly remembering urgent duties far, far away from the impending storm.
—
Duke Remiro had been thoroughly enjoying his afternoon.
A quiet tea with his beloved wife, Celia, was a rare and cherished moment in their household. He had just finished recounting an amusing story from his youth when the doors burst open, and a breathless servant practically fell into the room.
"Your Grace, it's Master Alden and his husband! They're fighting!"