The Male Lead isn't Following the Script!

The Marquess cleared his throat, drawing everyone’s attention. "Alaric will be busy at the academy, but I’m sure he’ll find time to keep in touch. And you," he added, looking pointedly at Adeline, "should focus on your own studies instead of worrying about him."

"I know," Adeline said quickly, though her heart wasn’t in it. She hated the idea of Alaric being so far away, even if it was for his education and future. He had always been her rock, the one who steadied her when she felt overwhelmed.

Aaron, sensing the shift in mood, leaned forward with a playful grin. "Don’t worry, Adeline. I’ll still be here. Your second brother is just as reliable."

"That’s not comforting," Adeline shot back, though her smile had returned.

Even the Marquess, who was usually reserved during meals, joined in the laughter. He recounted tales from his own youth, stories of mischief and adventure that surprised his children. For a moment, the weight of responsibilities and the looming farewell faded away, replaced by the warmth of family.

As dessert was served—a decadent chocolate cake that was a favorite of all three siblings—the mood grew more reflective. Alaric set down his fork and looked at each of them in turn.

"I know this isn’t a permanent goodbye," he began, his voice steady but tinged with emotion. "But it feels significant. Leaving home, stepping into the next phase of my life—it’s daunting, even for me."

Adeline reached out and placed her hand over his. "You’ll be amazing, Alaric. You always are."

Aaron nodded, for once without a trace of sarcasm. "She’s right. You’ll probably come back even more insufferably perfect than you already are."