As he spoke of Astrid, a smile returned to Charles's face. "Until now, her efforts have been confined to developing as a princess. But lately, she's begun broadening her horizons. It feels like polishing a raw gemstone—immensely satisfying."
The duke hesitated before cautiously asking, "…Does Her Majesty the Queen know how distant she seems as a mother to Astrid?"
Charles's hand trembled as he set down his teacup. His face darkened, and he couldn't lift his head. "Yes… I know. I'm a terrible father. But… I'm only human. I can't bring myself to confront her."
The duke inwardly clicked his tongue in disapproval but knew it wasn't his place to press further. Every family had its challenges, after all. Fortunately, Astrid was different from Randolph—resilient and wise.
"Very well," the duke said. "As long as you're aware. Just ensure Her Majesty doesn't cross the line. Astrid is like a daughter to me as well."
