“Stop it, Madame” Charles shook his head. He didn’t like hearing her say exactly what he’d thought she’d say. He had known that she’d blame him for this, and that wasn’t fair. The Duke crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at her where she sat, like the loneliest creature in the world “You know very well that once Henry has set his mind on something, nothing can stop him. Don’t blame me for this misfortune. It’s got nothing to do with me, nor the title he bestowed upon me.”
He pulled his hand over this short brown hair, before he tilted his head and decided to try again. His voice was softer again, as he wanted to try and comfort her. Charles did feel sorry for her, he had a heart even though it seemed like she doubted it “ What can I do for you?”