Nathaniel reached the guest mansion where Lord Mortem was staying. He was waiting in the study for him.
"What's the reason to call me so late?" Nathaniel asked as he barged into his study.
His father remained unaffected, as he met Nathaniel's gaze with calm. "You came anyway, that means you didn't forget to obey your father." A light smirk played on his lips.
Nathaniel let out a mocking scoff. "Maybe I want to know what you plan, so I can enjoy ruining it. It's my most favourite pastime, if you are still aware of it."
"Sure," he said and put one scroll on the table. "I have fixed your wedding."
As if it was a big joke, Nathaniel laughed. "Oh, and you believe it will even happen."
"Before saying anything, I would like you to take a look at the engagement letter," Lord Mortem said with utter calm, his gaze mocking as if he was looking at trapped prey.
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Nathan picked up the scroll and opened it, his eyes turning into shock the further he read.
