The aged man slowly raised his head, and his brows furrowed slightly as he shifted his attention away from the large map spread across the table.
"Who?" he asked in a calm but tired voice.
"My Lord… It is Marquise Blanks, the one who is quite popular among maidens," the guard replied respectfully while lowering his head slightly.
The man paused for a brief moment, and then recognition appeared in his eyes as he leaned back slightly in his chair.
"Ah," he muttered softly.
He had heard of him before, and the name was not unfamiliar to him at all.
A young noble, and a talented one at that.
Promising, yet recently surrounded by trouble from all sides, and the reports regarding him had not been pleasant lately.
A faint sigh escaped from his lips, and a trace of regret quietly passed through his eyes.
"What a pity!" he murmured quietly while rubbing his forehead lightly.
