I've been Duke Alastair's secretary ever since he willingly dedicated his life to the Amberster territory rather than the whole kingdom of Hartmere. Only a few can understand what's going on in Duke Alastair's mind. Even after a year of being by his side, I am not confident if I fully understand him.
He hates being addressed as 'Your Highness' but wants and abuses his title of being a prince. Calls the royal knights useless but still gives the orders as if they are always free for him. Maybe it was a blessing to have the eldest child of the kingdom to be Crown Princess Evelyne Hartmere.
"You know that omega who ran away after spending the night with me, although he wasn't the person who should've been in the restroom instead of a stranger."
This is always how Duke Alastair spoke after that night. It would start with 'that omega' and end with a taunt for our mistake. I stood at full attention, though; listening to Duke Alastair was part of my job.
"Yes, Your Grace."
