Reincarnated to Another World

reincarnated as a knight pt. 8

Inside Prince Claude's room, the air was charged with tension as Alphonse and Alexander barged in, their expressions a mix of anger and frustration. Claude sat by his desk, his features composed, but his eyes carried an understanding that seemed to anticipate their stormy entrance.

"You!" Alphonse's voice erupted, his tone seething with anger. "How could you do this to Elise?"

Alexander's jaw was clenched, his eyes flashing with a mixture of disappointment and outrage. "We thought you cared for her," he added, his voice a sharp accusation.

Claude looked up at his brothers, his gaze steady and calm. He knew he had some explaining to do, even if their anger was justified. "I understand why you're upset," he said, his voice measured. "And I won't make excuses."

Alphonse's fists tightened, his anger unabated. "You left her alone while she was pregnant!" he spat out, his frustration spilling over.

Before the situation escalated further, the door opened, and the figure of the duke entered, his presence commanding attention. "Enough," he said firmly, his voice carrying the weight of authority.

Alphonse and Alexander turned their gaze to their father, their expressions still marked with anger, but they showed a willingness to listen.

Duke Visconti looked at his sons, his eyes stern yet understanding. "Before you take any further action, let me explain," he began, his tone steady. "There's more to this situation than you know."

Claude's eyes shifted to his father, his expression a mix of gratitude and acceptance.

The duke continued, recounting the truth – Elise's pregnancy, her relationship with Claude, and the complex circumstances that had led to her departure. As the duke's words unfolded, Alphonse and Alexander's anger seemed to morph into confusion, their brows furrowing as they processed the information.

"You didn't... abandon her?" Alexander's voice was softer now, the edges of his anger softening.

Alphonse's features shifted from rage to bewilderment, his fists slowly unclenching. "We didn't have the full story," he muttered, his frustration waning.

Claude's gaze remained on his brothers, a mixture of understanding and apology in his eyes. "I should have been more open about it," he admitted, his voice carrying a hint of regret.

The duke stepped forward, his presence a bridge between them. "It's a complex situation, and emotions were high," he said, his voice resonating with wisdom. "But it's important to remember that Elise needs support, not more conflict."

Alphonse and Alexander exchanged a look, the intensity of their anger subsiding as they absorbed the truth and the duke's words.

Claude looked at his brothers, his gaze unwavering. "I know my actions were wrong, and I won't deny that," he said, his voice filled with a sincerity that carried a weight of responsibility. "But I'm here now, and I'll do whatever it takes to make amends and support Elise and our child."

Alphonse and Alexander exchanged another glance, and a sense of unity seemed to take root among them. The tension in the room had shifted from hostility to understanding, from accusations to a shared commitment to be there for their sister.

As the room settled into a contemplative quiet, the bonds of the family held the promise of healing and growth, a promise to support each other through the trials that lay ahead.

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Inside Prince Claude's room, the air was charged with tension as Alphonse and Alexander barged in, their expressions a mix of anger and frustration. Claude sat by his desk, his features composed, but his eyes carried an understanding that seemed to anticipate their stormy entrance.