You Think I Won't Talk?

"..."

I kept wondering if this Duke might actually be one of those doting parents I had heard of in my past life. However, The Duke interrupted those thoughts.

"... Right... Dear, did you have something you wanted to tell me? Is there something you need?"

Oh! Nice!

I nodded while slowly freeing my hand, making a gesture to ask for something to write on.

He smirked bitterly after getting the message behind the gesture and went to his desk to bring me paper, ink and a quill.

"Here, sweetie."

He placed the paper on the table, a little anxious.

I leaned over to write my reason for coming here. Although... I hesitated a bit when I was about to lay the tip of the quill on the paper...

’How... do I call him?... Duke? Your Grace? Father?........ Oh! Whatever! I don’t know!’

I wrote what I felt was better. I have a goal to achieve here!

Finishing the message, I lightly slid the sheet of paper in his direction so he could read it.