In the elegant parlor of Altheria mansion, Helena sat on a plush, ornate chair, her heart pounding with anticipation as she faced Duke Kayden. The room was bathed in the warm glow of chandeliers, casting dancing shadows across the grandiose wallpaper.
"Helena," Kayden began, his voice filled with sincerity, "I am talking to you. What is your opinion about my request?"
Helena couldn't help but feel a rush of anxiety as she leaned forward, her eyes locked on Kayden's. "Oh, pardon?"
He took a deep breath, his eyes unwavering. "I want to officially adopt Raphael and Imogen as our children."
Helena's heart skipped a beat, her emotions a whirlwind of confusion and concern. "But, Duke Kayden, they're not orphans. They have parents. I am their mother."