"Father!" The pink haired man called, slamming the door open to his father's office.
Duke Ozahirli jumped on his seat and accidentally broke his feather pen, his hand shooting up to press against his chest.
"My Stella! Goodness! You startled your father greatly!" The Duke exclaimed, dropping his pen on the table and stood up from his chair, his eyebrows furrowing. "What is it, my beloved son?"
"Do you recall the times when you kept introducing me to other noble children in hopes of me finding someone I might want to marry?" Stellamaire asked, crossing his arms as he stopped in his tracks right in front of his father.
The Duke blinked and nodded his head. "That's right, I was actually in the process of writing Count Thillion a letter."
"Count Thillion?" Stellamaire raised an eyebrow. "Why would I want to entangle myself with the Thillions? I haven't forgotten what Lord Helios did to me last year! I have been producing poison slower than usual because of him!"
