Chapter 80 - 79 - Smiling at Inevitable
The young man walked with steady steps, though a displeased smile still lingered on his face, one he couldn’t completely hide. If it weren’t for his father’s strict orders to maintain decorum and avoid causing a scene, he would’ve already ended that insolent servant right then and there. Disgraceful. To him, there was nothing more disgusting than a commoner who didn’t know their place.
He was Darien Blackthorn, the pride of House Blackthorn, one of the old names that once stood equal to House Valderacht in the past. Darien had been raised to believe that his blood was purer, his honor higher, and therefore... his words should never be challenged.
And now? A filthy servant had dared to meet his gaze without flinching. The world truly was descending into barbarity.
Along a cobbled path still slick with morning dew, Darien came to a sudden stop.
Someone was approaching from the opposite direction.
Her steps were graceful, her posture calm, and her face... breathtakingly beautiful.
Lyrienne Valderacht.
Darien quickly adjusted his expression. His sneer turned into a courteous, measured smile. He gave a slight bow, adhering to etiquette.
"Good morning, Lady Lyrienne," he said smoothly. "It seems the morning mist is no match for your beauty."
Lyrienne, who had spotted him from a distance, held her breath briefly before replying.
She knew exactly who Darien was. The son of Count Blackthorn, whose mouth was sharper than his mind. But since he was a guest of the household, she responded politely, though her expression remained unmoved.
"Good morning, Young Lord Darien," she replied flatly. "I hope you enjoy your time in our estate."