Come Monday afternoon the Countess knocked on Tyrian’s door hastily. He was working on an earnings report for his business to send to his partners in France.

“Tyrian! I know you’re home.” Tyrian stood from his desk to open the door. “Mother I am working, how can I aid you?” The Countess was frowning. She walked to his room and studied his desk a moment.

“Your birthday is the Wednesday after this, I was hoping you’d allow a party.” Tyrian made a face. “I know in the past you’ve been against large celebrations and so we would only be hosting immediate family, several cousins. Of course you are more than welcome to expand that guest list. Perhaps as a thank you for inviting us to her party...Lady Markisean…” The Countess kept her words extremely careful.

“Our cousin’s in France won’t make it in time for next week.” Tyrian said with narrowed eyes.

“Ah yes, well,” the Countess looked guilty “I’ve already invited them.”

“Mother,” Tyrian sighed and the Countess took a step away prepared for his anger “alright. I’ll send a letter to the Markisean estate.” The countess blinked in surprise.

“You... will?”

“Yes, you’re correct. Our father’s have a partnership that I may one day inherit. It only makes sense that we don't offend them. A party, no matter how small, will certainly bring gossip to the townsfolk. I’d hate for them to feel uninvited. Go make your preparations.” The Countess smiled so wide her face began to ache.

“It’s all taken care of sweetheart. I’ll have our cook prepare your favorite classic french cuisine.” She said, before running out the door. He sighed again and sat down to write Soliel another letter.