~Author POV~
He stood by the bay window inside the room he had recently taken as his own. Closing his eyes, surely feeling the pain that had propelled him to seek shelter in this place from everything that had happened in the past few months. His father, the Duke of Bast, had finally, after a long and treacherous disease like cancer, taken his last breaths about three months ago.
He and his family were long ago cast away from the country that had given the entire clan their title. A place that numerous times over the years had called him back. Now he wished he had gone there before the responsibilities of the community fell on his shoulders. There was no way he could leave this place and find his roots in the old country. He could never do so. There were so many things that needed him p
