Chapter 58: Confrontation
When the Marquess got back, he expected three well-behaved children and no crimes committed. Especially, Adeline, he knew that his daughter could not sit still.
Dimitri was such a kind sensible child, he hoped his soft nature would rub off on her.
The Marquess strode through the palace halls. He had just returned from his "business" trip, learning a lot and yet nothing about what to do about Adeline.
As if that was not bad enough, he came to know about what happened at the banquet. The news spread like wildfire.
His daughter, Adeline, had been publicly pushed to get betrothed. He couldn’t imagine how scared she felt. He felt guilty for not being there to stop it.
And worst of all, his old friend, the Emperor, had done nothing to prevent it.
He clenched his fists as he was ushered into the Emperor’s study. He hadn’t even taken the time to see his children first. This matter demanded immediate attention.
As the doors opened he saw the Emperor, sitting behind his ornate desk, glanced up with an amused expression as the Marquess entered.
"Ah, Alastair," the Emperor greeted casually, leaning back in his chair. "What brings you here?"
The Marquess’s sharp eyes flashed with anger. He wasted no time with pleasantries.
"I heard about the banquet," the Marquess began, his voice low and hard. "Your Empress made quite a spectacle of my daughter."