But it was not.
For when the unaware heir realized just what was happening, it was already all too late.
They arrived at around lunchtime to a striking planet of gold, green, and blue.
It was magnificent. And Luca practically pressed his face against the glass as he looked at the planet before they entered.
But throughout the journey, a particular father wondered how his son would like the Duchy's capital planet.
Would he like it?
Was it a little too green?
Or a bit too blue, maybe?
He had too many questions, and yet, the conclusion?
The Duke just decided to change it if his son found it lacking.
'It,' as in the planet.
Migrating shouldn't be that difficult, right?
That wasn't difficult.
They could choose from existing planets or buy new ones if necessary.
Or if nothing worked, there were still plenty of unchartered celestial bodies to consider. If it made his son happy, so be it.
So he watched.
Every flicker of Luca's expression.
