Act II. Scene XII

CALE

For days, Cale watched Ágape diligently organizing that tea party, for days he saw Airell pacing back and forth in search of inspiration for their attire; he watched the redhead labor over a sonnet she decided to compose herself, and during that last night, he observed as Ágape sacrificed her sleep to make everything PERFECT.

Now, the rustling of silk and the laughter in that garden—seemed completely unaware of how much work it had truly been. All those women seemed only concerned with wandering around in search of husbands for their unmarried daughters, in search of their husbands who flirted with other women, or in displaying their children to less fortunate young ladies. They all pursued any unsuspecting young man, and now, among those gentlemen, was Airell, who had recently turned sixteen and, as the Duke of Lisianto, was officially the most eligible bachelor in high society after the Archduke of Lestrad; an archduke who made his preference quite clear when, alo