(29) Secret Love Child.

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୨⎯ "  Cαℓℓisτσ'ʂ ΡσƲ  " ⎯୧

A sliver of doubt gnawed at me as I stood before (Y/N)'s imposing study doors.

'Was visiting him at this ungodly hour a terrible idea? Probably. But hey, that was on him for ignoring my letters.' 

Besides, the thrill of the unexpected was half the fun.

A sly grin stretched across my face as Cedrick, my ever-loyal shadow, shifted nervously beside me.

Even he, the one person who truly trusted me, seemed wary of my unpredictable nature enough to accompany me tonight. 

Pushing open the heavy oak doors, I strode into the study, a sense of anticipation tingling in my veins.

The room, bathed in the soft glow of a fireplace, held the faint scent of cigars tobacco and something… unfamiliar. 

My gaze swept across the familiar surroundings – leather-bound books lining the shelves, maps pinned to the wall, a worn chessboard resting on a side table. 

But amidst the usual order, something was amiss.

There, on his usually spotless desk, lay his mask. 

Not tucked away in its customary case, not hanging on its designated hook – but simply discarded, as if tossed aside in haste. 

An eyebrow shot up in surprise. 

Such an unusual sight, indeed, given how meticulous he was about keeping such items on him at all times.

"Cedrick,... did he really go out without his mask?"

A hint of disbelief colored my tone as I smirked yet again; this was unheard of in our kingdom - The Grand Duke wandering around Eorka without his signature mask.

A mischievous glint sparked in my eyes. 

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f it weren't for that carrot-topped servant of his spilling the beans about his arrival being soon, I'd be scouring the streets already, turning over every cobblestone just for a glimpse of his face without that damn mask. 

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