Duke Bastian lounged in his study, leaning against the backrest of his luxurious chair. He let out a dramatic sigh, a glass of the finest champagne in his hand. He stared out the window of his massive mansion, swirling the liquid inside the glass. The dukeβs eyes snapped over to the door as the knob turned, creaking open and revealing whoever opened it. He leaned back, his lips curling as he spoke. βWould you please make whatever you need quick, dear? Iβm busy.β
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