George McLaren had just returned from The Duke's residence. He sat in his rocking chair to unwind. George stared at the stairs, at Clarissa's room. He was feeling uneasy. This situation had not happened for a long time. The last time there was a war like this was when George was a boy. And back then, the world was tense.
George's father didn't return from the war. Since then, his mother has had to raise him alone. His life changed when his mother married a wealthy nobleman who was barren. He couldn't have children, so George inherited all his wealth.
"Papa, why aren't you asleep yet?" Clarissa went down the stairs.
George looked at his daughter, who had not yet put on a nightgown.
"You haven't slept either," George replied.
Clarissa walked up to her father. She looked pleased. It look
