Please Be Patient, Grand Duke

joyful.
She was more polite and respectful towards her now.
But Lia wished Betty was the same Betty before everything happened.
Before she turned into a ‘Vale’.
Betty ignored her protest when she requested her to speak with her as she used to.

“I don’t know how to write and calculate,” said Lia.

“Be more condescending.
You’re a Vale now and the Marquis’s son,” said Betty.

“It’s too difficult.”

Lia walked with a lowered head, and sweet air brushed against her white skin.
She was so far away from home.

“The Marquis will return soon.
I heard that he successfully finished business up north.
He will be happy to see you,” said Betty, looking up at the beautiful and clear sky.

Lia’s mood was downcast.
The lovely fountain and the rose gardens did nothing to make her feel better, instead they made her feel sad and scared that her life was spiralling out of control and she could do nothing to stop it.

Then, a loud gunshot rang as they arrived at Kieran’s outhouse.
The birds squawked and took to the sky.
Lia could not move a muscle.
Her eyes widened when another shot followed.
She slowly turned around in the direction of the sound, and a boy who looked about Kieran’s age stood there with Kieran himself.
Lia was fascinated by his clear blue eyes and black hair.
She could not take her eyes off him.
He was a head taller than Kieran and smiled a bit.
It was terrifyingly beautiful.

Servants came up to the two boys.
The boy with blue eyes and dark hair had tried his hand at a hunting rifle.
He handed the rifle to the servant.
Kieran saw Lia.
He rolled up his sleeves and called to her.

“Lian!” called Kieran.

She remembered Betty’s instruction and lowered her head.
Kieran approached with springy steps and hugged her.

“You came out…,” said Kieran, “I was worried.”

Lia wondered how to address Kieran.
“Claude,” he called, turning back to address the other guy, “This is my brother Canillian Vale.”

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Kieran had made the choice for her, and Lia broke free from Kieran’s embrace.
The guy called Claude then walked up to them.
His footsteps were light, and his manner dignified.
Lia thought he was like an angel with black wings.

“He looks like you,” remarked Claude.

Claude’s response was indifferent, and he took off his gloves and drank from a glass a servant brought him.
Then, he held a new gun.
Claude looked over the elaborate pistol and glanced at Lia.

“Cover your ears,” he warned.

Lia did so while staring at the guy who seemed to have just stepped out of boyhood.
He may have felt her gaze, as he smiled slightly while narrowing one eye to aim at a tree before pulling the trigger.
The smell of gunpowder overwhelmed the lavender in the garden, and Lia saw Claude’s elegant profile among the thin smoke.
She thought this place was full of beautiful and dangerous things.