Marquis's Headache
The party...
It had been a party held excessively to save the dignity of the family. It was his son's suggestion, but it hadn't seemed too bad when he first heard of the plan.
Furthermore, there was no reason to refuse since Count Alaric, with whom they had a marriage proposal, was helping out as well.
But he never expected this to happen at all. The Marquis heaved a deep sigh, his face seeming to have aged another ten years. He didn't know how much resentment he would receive for this. It was hard to gauge.
"Marquis Werner."
"…Duke of Everwyn."
After noticing Raven, the Marquis's face turned even darker.
"I'm ashamed to see you. How could I dare permit you to go through something like this at the Marquis'?"
"That's not the problem right now. I have to find my wife first, and only then can we talk about it."
It was a blunt remark, but it was clear what was going on inside him.
"Your wife... Duchess..."