Duke Vesala looked at his butler and ordered. "Send a notification to the Empress, I may have to talk to her personally regarding this matter."
"Right away Duke!" The butler bowed and moved to immediately follow his orders.
Moments after the butler left the Duke alone in the study, a soft knock was heard on his door.
"Father, it's Bella." A sweet gentle voice rang behind the door.
Hearing the voice, Duke Vesala's tense mood became much lighter, "Come, Bella! Let Father see you." His tone carried indulgence for his youngest daughter.
Arabella entered Duke Vesala's study, she walked gracefully like a gentle pampered princess she had been to her father.
Letting out a warm smile, paired with her delicate complexion, she walked near to her father and locked arms with him - a gesture she always did to her parents ever since she was a child.
