The ill-fated Duke who picked up the withered flower of the Frieden family.
It was the only sentence that could bind together the Duke of the Marchisio family—who would lead the most influential business in the Empire—and the fallen daughter of a Baron’s family.
“Receive sponsorship, Media Frieden. Don’t let pointless pride get in the way.”
He snatched up, one by one, the emotions that floated across the woman’s expression.
Her small face, mixed with embarrassment, shame, and resentment, soon flushed red.
Though she said with words that she was grateful, that she owed a great favor, there was a certain desperation in the woman’s blue eyes.
From his perspective, it was a feeling he could not possibly understand. Not knowing only made him irritated.
“If you don’t like calling it sponsorship, then take it as charity.”
I can pay off the debt your Baron father left behind.
I can give you wealth far beyond that.
Whatever it is you are hiding, if it is that damned debt gripping your ankle, then come hide beneath my shadow.
Do it, Media. Please.
His selfish true feelings surged up, but in the end, it was a wish he could never utter aloud.
