Chapter 24 - A Calming Embrace

“I had been waiting for you for quite some time now, my Princess,” Duke Conrad stated as he sat comfortably in a single sofa chair near the dressing mirror.

His arms were both resting on its arm handle, his legs crossed, and his cane perfectly placed at the right side of the chair.

He was snickering. His expression obviously that of an old man planning to harass a young maiden.

His jaw was grossly unshaved that Lianne immediately noticed it more than she had seen him earlier.

The Grand Duke’s eyes were coldly blue; a visible window of his tumultuous soul capable of wrath and terror similar to that of King Garlow. He was in his late fifties, definitely not proper to ask a hand in marriage to a woman half his age.

Surely enough, the sight of the man in Lianne’s front gave her considerable unease.

She clenched her hands into a fist, tryin