บท 174: 171: Weakness; glee that simmered in his heart

Drystan raised an eyebrow, gaze flickering towards the Duke with interest.

“I cannot help but find your words a little hurtful, Your Grace.“ Idly, he commented, feeling a little cheerful. “Should I expect an apology of sorts?“ He hummed, tilting his head mockingly.

Adrastus snorted, deadpan settling on his face as he blinked, dropping his hands. “How nonchalant of you.“

Drystan smiled, dipping his head a little. “So what if the knot remains, it is just a small knot, after all.“

Adrastus' smile widened a little. “Are you acting oblivious purposefully or do you really not understand?“ He asked, a little sharp but also disinterested.

“Choose what you will to believe, Your Grace.“ Drystan shrugged, slightly. “I cannot appease you regardless of what I do, can I?“

At that, the Duke hummed, seemingly considering. “Truthfully, My Lord may have a chance to appease me.“