𝔦 𝔰𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔫 𝔬𝔞𝔱𝔥

Insomnia in the morning has always been a sight to behold. Cars and other vehicles zipping through at the multi-level highways, people milling down the streets, smaller than ants, a veritable hustle and bustle of activity and half-formed chaos residing in a snow globe. 

Thoughts run through Antoine’s mind, a chaotic cloud of it. A couple of letters opened on his desk, both official and not, a copy of the prince’s report card from the new public school Regis transferred him into– grades taking a nosedive, from glowing nineties to seventies. Alarming. 

Another matter he didn’t like to think of was a letter from his illegitimate half-sister, Lady Madeleine Scientia, child of his father Diadumenian with his long-term paramour, a countess long since disgraced and banished from the Lucian court. Asking him for help, of all things, and of all people. Help for what…

The creak of the door makes Antoine half-turn, and he finds his young nephew waddling toward him. Afterward, he is handed a gift – a lump of a gift, clumsily wrapped, as if the gift wrapper couldn’t decide on a bag style or a pouch, or– still, a practiced smile surfaces on Antoine’s features.

“Birthday?” The Duke laughs gently as he crouches down to accept this gift. How nice~ little polar bears on the wrapping paper. “My birthday has been some months past, little Ignis. But regardless, thank you.”

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“What are you doing~” the Duke hums in a sing-song voice, but he doesn’t lose a beat of his momentum. Currently half-curled over his desk and reviewing some official documents. His daughter Cathy is somewhere in the room readying tea and macarons, and Ignis, his nephew— well, what was Ignis up to?