Kyle reached the Duke's office, his expression calm but his mind sharp. The butler, Bernard, stood by the door, looking slightly uneasy.
"Young master. Be careful. No one knows what the Duke is planning. This could very well be a trap for you."
Bernard whispered, his tone low.
The butler still saw Kyle as a harmless man who could not do much on his own, but Kyle did not have the patience to correct him.
Kyle gave a small nod. He already knew that. His father was an unpredictable man—self-serving, calculating, and utterly ruthless.
Before entering, Kyle turned to Bernard.
"Take Queen to my room. I don't want it in the meeting. I am sure others will try to harm it."
Bernard hesitated for a brief moment, glancing at the small creature perched on Kyle's shoulder. Queen let out a tiny chitter, tilting its head curiously.
The butler didn't understand why Kyle wouldn't keep it with him, but he did not question his young master's decision.
