Rohan’s POV
Everything was quiet, the rest of the meal.
I didn’t hear the voice again, and the meal was delicious.
“Grace, won’t you introduce me to your little friend?” we were seated in the living area while his hand was carelessly thrown around Grace who kept fidgeting.
“Forgive my manners, Your Grace.” she smiled at him and stood.
“Rohan,” she turned towards me, “This is Elton James and he’s the Duke of Queensbury. Your Grace!” she turned to him “this is Rohan. He goes to my school, and he’s a friend,”.
“Pleased to meet you, Mr Rohan,” the Duke stood and stretched his hand towards me.
“The pleasure is mine sir,” I clasped his hand. Immediately, a mental picture of him flashed through my mind. He was angry; angry at Grace.
“Are you alright?” he asked, peering at me in amuse
