Chapter 9

Sharply dressed gentlemen gathered in a garden where green grass sparkled under the blue sky. Today was the fifth anniversary of the Duke of Whitby’s company, celebrated with a party at his capital townhouse. “It has been a long time, Your Grace. It is an honor to see you.” When the Duke of Whitby, the host of the garden party, bowed his head to Clifton, the Grand Duke returned the gesture with a short, silent nod. “A pleasure.” “I’m glad we decided to establish the company at this time of year. The timing allowed Your Grace to attend the party in person. How long do you plan to remain in the capital?”