The first rays of morning sun shone through the windows of Weisbach Palace.
Aske slowly opened his eyes and lifted himself halfway up from the soft mattress, only to see Eleanor emerging from the washroom after freshening up.
She had wrapped a large towel around her chest, revealing her fair neck and collarbones, her radiant blond hair simply tied at the back to prevent it from falling.
"My dear, I need to talk to you about something," Eleanor said seriously, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Aske then propped himself up and slowly embraced her from behind, groggily resting his chin on her shoulder.
"Mike," the tutor told me he suspects there's something wrong with his sexual orientation," Eleanor said worriedly.
"What?!" Aske immediately woke up fully alarmed.
Maximilian Joseph von Weisbach, Aske and Eleanor's first son, was now 14 years old.
