Chapter 32
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Paul was sitting on the floor, supporting his upper body on a couch that had been flipped over. His room was a complete disaster, disarranged as if a storm had just passed by it.
A combination of several emotions was invading him, fury being the most dominating overall.
The Young Master of the Sylfinnier Duchy had done his very best to restrain himself for the last eight days. His only motivation to do so was his little sister, Marianne. Being away for that long... away from her; made him feel as if he had been sentenced to death. Not being able to see her... was like being deprived of air.
Marianne’s existence was the oxygen that filled his lungs. An oasis for his dark and dry heart... his everything.
Today was the day he was finally able to see her again. Yet, his urge of having her all to himself had to continue being suppressed by the circumstances. Having her so close... the torment had only intensified.
During the Ball, he had prevented his circle of friends from taking more interest in her. Leading him to lose sight of her for most of the event, as he drove the predators away.
Regardless of how things turned out, he still was able to...find her at a very... unpleasant scene.
Paul was roaming around for a moment, as he finally got away from the pestering young nobles.
Being the heir of a Duchy, these young aristocrats always approached him as a means to create a connection with one of the strongest Houses of the Empire. Having that kind of position in high society was a magnet for undesirable attention. As solicited as he was, he managed to get away from the greedy nobles and was now in search of his godly oasis.
Unexpectedly, when he caught sight of her... She found her mixed among the dancing couples.
The mere sight of her there irritated him. When he realised that there must be a dance partner by her side, his body stiffened in rage.