Amidst the snow-covered road, Claude stood before a house and knocked several times.
The cold breeze blew his dark hair away from his forehead as he struggled to keep his eyes open. He had a long black jacket wrapped around his well-built figure. Against the white scenery, Claude's silhouette stood out clearly.
The door slowly creaked open, revealing a woman with long silver hair.
"You haven't been here for a while. Quite busy?" the woman chuckled.
"I apologize for that, Mother," Claude smiled gently, entering the house and closing the door behind him.
***
It had been a week since Claude and Gloria had met.
Lately, the Duke barely came into the mansion, worrying the duchess.
"Do you think His Grace might be having an affair?" Gloria asked the servant who was serving her tea as she sat in a chair.
The servant, Mira, spilled tea on the tray placed on the table before Gloria upon hearing that absurd question.