The tea was still steaming slightly when Bernard poured it into the porcelain cup, the faint clink of ceramic on ceramic echoing softly through the room.
Duke Armstrong sat in his usual chair, his posture regal and his eyes contemplative as he watched the butler's movements.
"You're unusually quiet today, Bernard. Are you worried about the boy?"
The Duke said, fingers lightly tapping the armrest of his chair.
The butler's hand faltered for a moment as he set the teapot down, but he recovered quickly.
"Not at all, Your Grace. Our young master is… capable nowadays. He has changed a lot."
Bernard replied with a respectful bow.
The Duke's sharp eyes narrowed slightly.
"Don't lie to me."
Bernard's lips thinned.
He had served the Duke for decades—he knew there was no hiding anything from the man once he set his mind to uncovering the truth.
After a moment's pause, the Duke asked.
"What do you think of Kyle? Of his change?"
