Chapter 8: Political Marriage (1)
Clunk. Thump.
Someone barged into the Bendel patriarch’s office without knocking and plopped down in the chair across from him. They even had the audacity to lean back crookedly, like they were about to demand the strongest drink in the house.
“...”
A deep sigh escaped the patriarch’s lips. That was all the punishment he could muster for such rudeness.
“I heard you returned about two weeks ago, but this is the first I’m seeing your face, Roera.”
Idore Bendel immediately set aside his work to greet his daughter.
“I don’t think I was ever such a welcome sight for you?”
Roera replied sarcastically, fidgeting with her hands and examining her nails.
While her attitude might seem disrespectful for a noble lady addressing her father, Idore merely smiled wryly. He always turned to shameful mush when it came to his prickly youngest daughter, especially since she’d been bringing honor to the family name.
“I’ve been hearing much of you lately. Well, how are you finding things there?”
Roera’s answer was extremely vague—she simply raised an eyebrow and shrugged.