But I want two boxes of these every week. And if you try to teach me how to spell 'cat' or 'dog', I will shove my sticky hands on your pockets!"
Roan laughed, adjusting his cuffs. "That's a fair bargain, little lady. Now then, let us discuss the geopolitical ramifications of the Emperor's upcoming banquet."
The game was afoot, the players were set, and the Archduke was actively fermenting in the hallway.
The Capital was about to get incredibly chaotic.
***
The atmosphere inside the Nacht Capital Estate had settled into a bizarre equilibrium that could only be described as a heavily armed domestic sitcom.
At the epicenter of this madness was Duke Kaelus von Nacht.
The Archduke of the North, the terrifying Reaper who commanded legions of heavily armored killers, was suffering from a chronic, acute case of paternal jealousy.
The primary target of his ire was, undeniably, Professor Roan.
It wasn't just that the new tutor was a stranger.
