Dear Cousin

Adrien was unusually cheerful as he escorted Clara into the grand halls of the palace. His bright demeanor was evident in the way he spoke, his tone light and welcoming. He had always held Clara in high regard, but recent events had only solidified his sympathy for her.

"How could Nicholas be so blind?" Adrien muttered as they walked. "He's an idiot. Truly, a fool among fools."

Clara turned her head slightly, hiding the triumphant smile that threatened to break her composed facade. Adrien's frustration was exactly what she'd hoped for. She remained quiet, letting him vent, her demeanour one of quiet dignity.

"He didn't deserve you, Clara," Adrien continued, shaking his head. "You've always been kind, and patient—even after everything you've endured. For Nicholas to treat you like this is beyond me. Stupid Northern Duke," he muttered, more to himself than to her.