Chapter 4 

The damned letter that was going to be the key to a series of future events, good or bad, was sent very quickly to Duke Dimitrov's mansion and received in moments because it is not every day that such an important letter arrives from someone as busy as Duke Romain or so everyone thought when they saw the official seal that only the Duke can grant

The main butler was the first to receive it, having it in his hands and knowing the importance of that supposed letter that apparently from the same butler must have brought really bad news so that Alexander Romain, Duke of Romain, sending it personally would be really worrying, so Only minutes passed until the letter was in the hands of the nervous secretary who ran in the direction of Duke Dimitrov's office to deliver what seemed to be a work of bad misfortune

It was barely mid-afternoon so Caspian was like every day at every hour sitting in the uncomfortable luxurious wooden chair carrying out the assignments that a duke had to fulfill. That afternoon he was  in a certain mood which prevented him from efficiently completing his work. A bad conversation with his mother had caused his entire day to be thrown into apparent bitterness. Apparently the meetings with his beloved mother always ended with the same talk about her marriage. Mrs. Dimitrov, the Duke's former lover, thought that her son He was already of a certain age that people from aristocratic society considered to be the best time to get married, despite always the same refusals, the man's mother did not plan to stop

— This is going to put an end to my little patience — he said to himself in a sigh of agitation and tranquility. Every word about marriage made his body take that action in a bad way, and it's not that he never planned to get married but for now he was perfectly fine plus there were more important things to take care of like his derailed older sister and the embarrassing spectacle of his father running away with Lady Avcie leaving her family behind

Our dear Duke's thoughts were becoming increasingly troubled when a light knock on the door drew him away from the list of suitors he had made for his older sister

— Your Excellency, can I come in? — ​​the voice known as the secretary collapsed the barrier of silence built in the orderly office

— Yes — Caspian told and the secretary understood that the duke's mood was not the best that day

— I'm sorry to disturb your rest, Your Excellency, but an important letter has arrived from the Romain Duchy from Duke Alexander — Caspian felt from that moment that his day couldn't get any worse. Duke Romain's letters were not entirely to his liking, either because of the apathetic personality of his best friend's brother or because of the bad news about wars or fights that they used to bring

— It is really a disappointment for my evening to have to start with a letter from Romain — the secretary did not say a word, Caspian dismissed him after asking him to tell the butler to offer his mother and sister dinner earlier today

When the letter was in the hands of Duke Dimitrov, dusk had already completely fallen on the office and everything was painted a light orange, it would be a few minutes until night fell completely on the Dimitrov mansion

Caspian opened the letter delicately, not like him. I would discover the content in abundance, in reality I expected an excess of complaints or invoice receipts from some businesses but the reality was different, there was a simple thin piece of paper that secretaries used to carry to take hasty notes and on it a simple sentence poorly written and stained of ink showed

“It is my pleasure to invite my distinguished and busy friend Duke Dimitrov for an early summer getaway to my place outside the city. I regret to inform you, dear Duke, that in this letter there is no option of refusal.”

I HOPE YOU ARE ENJOYING THE INFERNAL HEAT

Caspian smiled suspiciously as the letter fell in tatters into his hands, he must also have thought about the option that his great friend or should I call him Alexander Romain was behind the fact of that sudden letter those hours of the afternoon

— This requires a dinner before making any decision — Spreading the contents of the letter into a jar next to his desk, Caspian left in a lighter and more confident mood, although that night's dinner with his mother Lady Arabel Dimitrov and his older sister Lady Cassandra Dimitrov promised to return him to a devilish mood again