Chapter 37: A Bookworm’s Sincere Apology
May is the month when the snow begins to melt, and it is a busy month for everyone, from adults to children.
However, the busiest of them all would surely be the Grand Duke of Winterfell, Logan.
This year had been especially hectic due to the Grand Ducal Betrothal, as such, sleep became a luxury he couldn’t afford.
Managing the vast Northern Regions and honoring the long-standing traditions of his lineage were tasks of equal weight, though the former often demanded more immediate attention.
It was a duty that required his personal oversight.
For the latter, he left most proceedings in Gelwood’s care, since the man had managed several successful Betrothals.
Of course.
“Your Grace.”
Logan did not miss out on receiving regular reports, despite his tight schedule.
“Please, have a seat.”
As Logan settled into his chair, Gelwood sat diagonally to his left.