The Viscount Who Loved Me {Dreamnotfound}

Capital R Rake

"Joining us for tea, Dream?" Lady Caroline Puffy asks as Dream makes his way into the morning room. The golden sunlight shining through the windows over the white embroidered couches and cushions. Bright flowers filling the room with soft perfume.

"Uh, I'm afraid I must pass," Dream apologises to his mother. He quickly grabs a small sandwich and stuffs it into his mouth. "Too many calls on my funds today. Now that the season has started, I need to fill your coffers at the modiste and oversee the hiring of extra staff," Dream lists off as he wanders around the table holding the multiple different foods offered for tea. "Your ring. When you get the chance, I need it," he tells his mother quickly, as if it were a second thought, before continuing hastily. "The fields by Ferryhallow. I was thinking we might hold off on leasing them due to the hard frost—"

"I beg your pardon?" Lady Puffy asks, suddenly sitting up straighter in surprise at the request.

"The frost hardens the soil? Saps it of nutrients," Dream explains slowly.

"That is very well," Lady Puffy tells him. "But you requested my ring?"

"Father's betrothal ring," Dream tells her as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Did someone catch your eye at the presentation, Brother?" Dream's younger brother, Quackity asks from where he's flopped down on the couch across from his mother.

"I thought all the young ladies and scholars looked beautiful," His youngest brother, Tubbo, states.

"Not particularly," Dream shrugs. "And all the young ladies and scholars looked the same. Like ladies and scholars," He chuckles at himself, shaking his head at the prospect of already finding someone of interest. "I'd simply like to be prepared for when the opportunity presents itself,"

"The opportunity?" Lady Puffy exclaims at the use of language. His tone sounding as if he were purchasing a stallion rather than finding a life partner.

"I've compiled an index of the season's eligible misses and arranged interviews," Dream explains.

"Interviews!" Quackity cackles, much to his mother's dismay.

"Dearest, I shall be more than happy
to give you my ring when you find someone, with whom you are very much in love," she insists. "Besides, it is in safekeeping at Aubrey Hall,"

"Very well," Dream shrugs before making his way out of the morning room.

"Are you looking forward to being a mother?" Dream asks as he sits across from a young lady. Her blonde hair cascading over her shoulder, clearly attempting to make her seem more appealing.

"Oh, very much," she nods eagerly. "I am quite close with my brothers and sisters. I love children,"

"What number do you have in mind?" Dream asks politely.

"Of children?" The lady's eyes go wide, seemingly off put by his line of questioning. "Four. Or five. No. Perhaps six," she rambles quickly, her eyes wide.

Dream discretely removes a small booklet from his pocket, cross out the lady before him's name. Continuing to smile politely as the woman tries to defend her points.

"Three children is what I have always wanted, my lord," the scholar before Dream had answered his first question simply, a polite smile on the man's face.