Chapter 12: The Duty Of The Heir (Book 3): Chapter 12

Rutland

‘Dad, I’ve got something to say.’ My voice is shaky, but I push the words out anyway. We’re strolling outside Jordan’s house, the evening air cool and comforting.

He looks at me, his eyes a mix of worry and wonder. ‘What’s up, Princess?’ he asks.

I pause, heart thumping. ‘It’s big news. You might be surprised,’ I caution him, the suspense building in my chest.

He stops, turns to me. ‘What is it, Aisling?’ There’s a softness in his voice, the way he always has when he’s trying to understand me better.

I take a deep breath. ‘I’ve decided to take the Law entrance exam. End of this year.’ The words tumble out, and I watch his face for a reaction.

He blinks, clearly taken aback. ‘Really? Are you sure?’

‘Yeah, Dad. It’s something I need to do.’ My voice is firm, more confident now.

He furrows his brow. ‘But why now? What changed?’

I look up at the stars, feeling the truth burn bright inside me. ‘Duke needs help. His workload is insane. I can’t just watch and do nothing. I need to be there for him.’

Dad nods slowly, understanding dawning in his eyes. ‘I get it. But make sure it’s for you too, okay?’

‘I will, Dad. I promise.’ The warmth in my chest grows, knowing he’s got my back.

He wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. ‘I’m proud of you, Aisling.’

I smile, feeling a surge of determination. ‘I’m going to make you even prouder, Dad.’

‘I know you will.’ And in his voice, I hear the trust and belief that’s always been there.

‘Dad, Jordan doesn’t get it,’ I admit, the hurt clear in my voice. He’s the only person who thinks I can’t.

He chuckles, a sound that usually comforts me. ‘Jordan? Forget about him.’

I take a deep breath, bracing for the bigger news. ‘There’s something else, Dad. I’m moving out. Just wanted to let you know.’

His face changes, concern replacing amusement. ‘Moving? Where to?’

‘Somewhere outside Wesbury,’ I say.

His brow furrows. ‘When is this happening?’

‘After I get back from Rich Oaks,’ I reply, each word feeling more real.

‘Why leave?’ he asks, his worry growing.

I sigh, ‘It’s not home anymore, Dad. I just can’t stay there.’

He takes a moment, absorbing my words. ‘So, where exactly will you be?’

‘In Carlisle,’ I say, a flicker of excitement sparking inside me despite the sadness.

His eyes widen. ‘Did you buy a place there?’

I nod, the excitement growing. ‘We’re actually building a house. Workers have been on it for weeks. It should be ready by April.’

He pauses, then asks, ‘And Duke? Is he moving with you?’

I hesitate, the complexity of our situation not lost on me. ‘Yes and no. He’ll be between places.’

He studies my face, searching. ‘How will that work for you, Aisling?’

I meet his gaze, feeling a mix of uncertainty and hope. ‘We’ll figure it out, Dad. We always do.’

I give him a nod. ‘Duke will split his time between Carlisle and The Chateau. He’ll be with me on weekends and at the estates during the week.’

My dad looks at me, his eyes gentle. ‘You’re okay with that arrangement?’

I nod confidently. ‘Yes, Dad. It’s fine by me.’

He sighs, pulling me into a hug. ‘I’m sorry, Aisling,’ he murmurs, his voice heavy with unspoken worries. I feel the familiar sting of tears but try to hold them back.

‘It’s okay, Dad,’ I manage, my voice trembling just a bit.

He looks at me, his eyes filled with that deep, fatherly concern. ‘I’ve been worried about you,’ he admits.

We stand there, wrapped in each other’s arms, sharing a moment of sadness and comfort. ‘I think there’s a light at the end of this, Dad,’ I say softly, clinging to hope.

He pulls back slightly, his protective nature surfacing. ‘Is he good to you, Aisling?’

Looking up at him, I can’t help but smile. ‘Yes, Dad. Duke’s amazing. You’d be proud.’

His face relaxes, a hint of relief in his eyes. And I know, no matter what, we’ll get through this together.