Prisca's POV
“I’m sorry! What?...” He frowned for a second. Then his expressions changed faster than anything I have seen before. It switched from a frown to something else, which is quite dangerous.
Oh, Prisca! I didn’t scream, did I? In the middle of mixed emotions on his face, I saw a fragment of confusion in his eyes.
“I beg your pardon. Your grace is Theo’s father. The unexpected, far-fetched realisation gave me an excessive shock.” I struggled to spot words.
The duke’s eyes widen, and his thick eyebrows arched. He slowly flashed out a sly grin.
“You are telling me, it is impossible to imagine me as a father?” He inquired.
I cleared my throat, hoping to discover an escape path out of his penetrating gaze. It is impossible to find a way out of this now. You must hold your tongu
