Isla smiled, relieved that Damien was slowly becoming his cherry self. She was also pleased that he would have someone close to his age to play with, since most of the people in the grand-duchy were adults. Amelia, on the other hand….
''The young master really takes after my lady…no, he looks more his excellency when he smiles.'' She gushed like an excited child. She knew the child of her lady would be so beautiful, but, him smiling was if the heavens had added more to his beauty.
''I can imagine the future maidens falling for his charms. My lady, we have to work hard to protect the young master.'' Amelia pumped her fists with a determined gaze. What if those young ladies try to scheme to enter her young master's bed? She will not allow any of them! Her young master will be the white rose of the south. Not just any lady will be worthy of him!
