Episode 9

When Lilian reached her father’s side, Gabriel and Damien were already being welcomed by the Duke of Cavendish. The host maintained his usual composed demeanor, but his eyes betrayed a rare discomfort—something unusual for a man who prided himself on absolute control.

Gabriel inclined his head slightly in an elegant greeting. “Duke of Cavendish, it is a pleasure to be present on this occasion. I sincerely appreciate the gesture of organizing a welcome dinner in my honor. It is a kindness I greatly value.”

The Duke hesitated for a moment, his gaze lingering longer than usual on the golden insignia of Gabriel’s newly earned title, pinned to his coat. The hand holding his wine glass made a slight adjustment, as if ensuring a firmer grip. His voice, usually unwavering, carried a faint tremor as he responded. “A Count?” he murmured before quickly regaining his usual tone. “No need for thanks, Sinclair. I see that His Majesty has distinguished you. Naturally, the deeds of such a capable man would not go unnoticed. Welcome.”

Gabriel remained composed. “I am honored by your words, Your Grace. I hope tonight will indeed be memorable.”

Damien, standing beside Gabriel, seemed to take great pleasure in the Duke’s subtle discomfort. Smiling, he added, “Undoubtedly, a reception worthy of your reputation, Your Grace. I am certain all the guests will appreciate your hospitality.”

The Duke nodded with a cool smile, clearly striving to regain control of the situation. His gaze shifted to Lilian, who had positioned herself beside him. She exuded an innate grace, her gown delicately molding to her figure. But it was not merely her beauty that caught attention; it was the quiet strength she radiated. Even in a room full of dignified faces, she stood out—not because of her appearance, but because of the way she carried the weight of expectation with remarkable composure. Gabriel saw the determination in her eyes, a hidden flame behind her poised expression. The sight left him momentarily speechless, but as always, he masked his reaction with a slight smile.

“Father, I see our esteemed guests have arrived. Count Sinclair, Lord Wesley,” she said, offering a slight nod to each. “Welcome.”

Gabriel responded with equal formality, though his tone carried a hint of charm. “Lady Lilian, it is always a pleasure to see you. You look truly enchanting tonight.”

Sensing the tension in the air, Damien interjected with a slightly mischievous smile. “Without a doubt, this promises to be an unforgettable evening. Wouldn’t you agree, Gabriel?”

Gabriel smiled but did not reply immediately. The Duke, eager to move things along, interrupted. “Let us ensure our guests are comfortable. Lilian, accompany me.”

Lilian nodded and followed her father, though she keenly felt the weight of Gabriel’s gaze following her every step. Inside, her heart pounded in her chest, but her face remained composed.

Gabriel and Damien moved away, allowing the Duke and Lilian to continue greeting other guests. As they walked, Damien cast a sidelong glance at Gabriel, a playful smirk appearing on his lips. “So, our fearless Count seems quite taken with Lady Cavendish,” he teased in a low voice, ensuring no one else could hear. “Gabriel, if you keep looking at her like that, you’re going to cause a scandal.”

Gabriel let out a small chuckle, adjusting his coat with a nonchalant gesture. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Damien. I merely greeted Lady Lilian as any gentleman would.”

Damien raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Of course, just a simple greeting. But the look in your eyes suggested something else.” He laughed, giving Gabriel a light pat on the shoulder. “I must admit, she is unforgettable tonight.”

As they walked, a young maid approached with a tray of drinks. It was Clara, moving with the quiet elegance that was characteristic of her. Her steps were light, almost imperceptible, yet her observant gaze missed nothing happening around her. When she extended the tray, her gesture was graceful, as if every movement was effortlessly natural.

“Gentlemen,” she said in a soft yet clear voice, offering them glasses.

Gabriel took a champagne flute, but he noticed Damien had paused, staring at Clara for a moment — long enough for Gabriel to nudge him discreetly so he would take his own drink. Gabriel waited for Clara to step away before fixing Damien with a pointed look. “Before you say anything, Damien, I want you to know that Clara is not just a maid. We grew up together, and she is a friend. I won’t allow anyone to treat her otherwise.” His expression softened, but his tone remained firm. “Let that be clear.”

Damien blinked, slightly taken aback, before raising his hands in surrender. “Understood, Gabriel. I had no idea.” His voice was more measured now, though still laced with light amusement. “Well, now that I do, I will behave as a perfect gentleman. You have my word.”

Gabriel relaxed slightly but kept his serious gaze. “Good. Because for me, loyalty to those I care about is non-negotiable.”

Damien nodded, recognizing the sincerity in Gabriel’s words. “Of course. No need to worry. I just… didn’t realize you had that kind of bond with her.”