Now, how could word not spread about this insane news when the Duke was practically skipping down the halls?
Yes. Skipping.
And with several dramatic twirls, the joyful father managed to enter the training hall to find the next victims.
Heads turned. Necks craned.
He undoubtedly attracted attention, and Duchess Amelia had to finally stop him from spinning like a top.
"Have you gone mad? What's happening?"
"Me? Mad?! AHAHAHAHA! My dearest wife! The weather is glorious! My bones feel twenty years younger! And this father—this humble papa—is simply having the best day of his life!" Laughed the Duke, as he stood in a distinct fighting stance.
Amelia looked him up and down.
"Where is our son?" she asked darkly. "Did you take him somewhere again?"
"What?! Of course not! What do you take me for?! As a supportive father, I would of course support him in all his endeavors! And would be proud of his achievements!"
"A repeat offender."
