The terrified maids, who had been cowering just a moment ago, spun around. They gasped in absolute, horrified shock.
The Count was thrashing wildly in the two-foot-deep water. But the true horror, the absolute social devastation, was fully visible to the entire foyer.
Because his trousers were tangled around his ankles, the Count's lower half was entirely exposed.
And the pompous, arrogant, highly critical nobleman was currently wearing a pair of tight, bright pink undergarments covered in a pattern of tiny, cheerful yellow ducks.
The silence in the foyer was deafening.
And then, one of the younger maids let out a sharp, choked snort.
She immediately clamped both hands over her mouth, her face turning bright red, her shoulders shaking violently.
Standing on the stairs above the thrashing, sputtering Count, Caspian and Elara froze.
Caspian stared at the bright pink, duck-patterned underwear.
The stoic, sorrowful aura he usually projected shattered.
