Milena slowly nodded.
It wasn’t what her heart wanted, though. But even now, she was held by shackles much heavier than the ones that took her as a child. A title, and its duties...
“I understand, Father.”
“Milena…” whispered Valentin.
“But I won’t be able to demonstrate what kind of Queen I can be if you keep taking work off my hands.”
The Duke sighed and nodded. He knew she would know about it sooner or later and disapprove, of course. But to him, Milena was only his fifteen-year-old daughter, not someone he wanted to see buried with affairs of the State.
Milena gently smiled at him.
“Go home, Father, please? The sun is already up, you should be sleeping before you really get sick. You shouldn’t even be standing up like this at this time.”
Anton De Crescent frowned.
“Do not u
