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As the afternoon arrived, Celestine decided to meet her father first. She knocked at the door of his study.
“Come in,” A mellow, shaky voice resonated from the inside, as soon as that, the door opened. The butler greeted Celestine but she did not paid any attention to him.
“Please pardon me, your grace,” Celestine said as she step inside. Her eyes landed on the study table where there are bunch of documents, her father obviously reading one paper after the other.
Celestine used this time to carefully observed the figure of her father. Black hair and gold eyes. There were obvious wrinkles on his face a sign that he was indeed old but the vigor and strength he had can be compared to a man in his middle thirties despite him being in his middle forties.
“Aren’t we go
