Roiselin had long since accepted that being Adolfo's attendant was both a privilege and a punishment.
On one hand, it was a respectable position—a chance to be in the service of one of the most influential young nobles in the land. On the other hand… it was Adolfo.
Which meant constant chaos.
And today? Today was one of those days.
Roiselin, ever the observer, had perfected the art of reading his master's moods. And right now, Adolfo was a perfect storm of conflicting emotions.
He was clearly annoyed—irritated by the fact that Roiselin had dragged him back to work on his pending duties, things he'd rather avoid. But then… there was the faint glimmer of something else. A smug satisfaction in his eyes because, well, Adolfo had managed to set up a "date" with Lady Katherine.
Technically, it had been Roiselin's doing, but Adolfo certainly wasn't going to give him credit.
