Duchess Vivian sat regally on the sofa, her eyes burning with fury as the maid diligently began cleaning up the shattered teacup. She couldn't fathom how Silver had refused her generous offer. The substantial sum of money she had promised him was enough to ensure a life of luxury and comfort far away from her family's affairs. She had expected him to crumble under the weight of her financial enticement, to choose wealth and comfort over love. But he had defied her expectations, and that defiance fueled her anger.
She watched in silence as the maid carefully collected the broken porcelain pieces, her clenched fists hidden beneath the elegant folds of her gown. She had underestimated Silver's resolve and the depth of his love for Anthony, and that miscalculation infuriated her.
While she contemplated her next move, the grand double doors of the drawing room suddenly slammed open, causing her and the maid to startle. Anthony, her son, stormed into the room with his fist grinning. Despite her fury and disappointment, Duchess Vivian put on a smiley facade, attempting to greet her son warmly.
"Anthony, dearly," she began, rising from the sofa and moving towards him, "I'm so glad you're he—"
Before she could continue, Anthony politely interrupted her, turning his attention to the maid who was still cleaning up the mess. "Excuse me," he said with a gentle tone, "I need to speak with my mother, alone."
Duchess Vivian's forced smile wavered for a moment as she glanced between Anthony and the maid. She reluctantly nodded and gestured for the maid to leave the room, her eyes never leaving her son's face.
The maid curtsied and quickly exited the room, leaving Duchess Vivian and Anthony alone in the opulent drawing room.
Now alone with Anthony, Duchess Vivian tried to maintain her composed demeanor, though her heart raced with uncertainty. She couldn't help but wonder what her son wanted to discuss, especially after the dramatic encounter with Silver.
"Anthony," she began cautiously, "what's on your mind, dear?"
Anthony's expression was a mix of disappointment and frustration as he locked eyes with his mother, Duchess Vivian. He took a deep breath, steadying himself for the difficult conversation ahead.
"Mother," he began, his voice firm but filled with disappointment, "I've just spoken with Silver."
Duchess Vivian's heart skipped a beat at the mention of Silver's name. She knew that her encounter with him had been intense, but she had hoped to keep it private, away from Anthony's knowledge. Her composure slipped for a moment, but she quickly regained her regal facade.
"Oh?" she replied with feigned curiosity. "And what did you and Silver discuss?"
Anthony's gaze didn't waver as he met his mother's eyes. He had always been perceptive, and he had sensed the tension in the house. Now, he needed to confront the truth.
"We discussed the events that transpired between you and him," he said, his tone unwavering. "He told me everything, Mother."
Duchess Vivian felt a chill run down her spine. She had hoped to control the narrative, to keep her manipulation and cruelty hidden. But now, facing her son's unwavering gaze, she realized that the truth had come to light.
"Anthony, dear," she began, her voice trembling slightly, "I can explain—"
But Anthony cut her off, his disappointment can be shown. "Mother, I am going to ask you a question." He said, "I want you to tell me the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Did you or did you not attempt to manipulate Silver, to drive a wedge between us? Did you or did you not offer him money to leave me?"
Duchess Vivian's heart raced as Anthony confronted her with a direct question. Her carefully constructed facade crumbled, and she let out a nervous laugh, attempting to deflect and lie to protect her actions.
"Anthony, darling," she said, her voice quivering with false cheerfulness, "you've got it all wrong. Silver must have misunderstood. I would never do such a thing. I care deeply about your happiness."
Anthony's disappointment deepened as he saw through his mother's attempt to evade the truth. He took a step closer to her, his eyes unwavering.
"Mother," he said, his voice stern, "I need the truth. Did you or did you not manipulate Silver and offer him money to leave me?"
Duchess Vivian's laughter died down, and her nervousness gave way to a sense of desperation. She realized that her son was not going to let her evade the question any longer. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for a way to escape the truth closing in on her. She desperately clung to her deceitful defense.
"An… Anthony, my dear," she said, her voice cracking under the weight of her desperation, "you must believe me, I would never do anything to harm your relationship." She continued to deny the accusations, her voice quivering with feigned innocence. "I'm your mother Anthony, what kind of mother would do such things? Perhaps you must have misinterpreted—"
But Anthony's patience had reached its limit. He had already confronted Silver and witnessed the pain and suffering his mother had inflicted upon the man he loved for five years and hoped she could have a change of heart. He had to know the truth, even if it shattered his perception of his own mother.
"Mother," he interrupted firmly, "I can't believe you would stoop to such levels. Silver is not a liar, and I've seen the evidence of what you've done."
Duchess Vivian's facade crumbled further as she realized that Anthony had seen the aftermath of her actions. Panic welled up within her as she struggled to maintain her composure.
"What are you talking about, Anthony?" she asked, her voice shaking. "What evidence?"
Anthony, his eyes narrowing in frustration, stepped closer to his mother. "When I arrived home," he began, his voice heavy with emotion, "I found Silver in tears with a red mark on his cheek. He couldn't have possibly done that to himself, Mother."
Duchess Vivian's heart sank as she heard her son's words. She knew that her deceit had been exposed, that there was no way to explain away the physical evidence of her cruelty. She was trapped, and her son's disappointment hung in the air like a heavy cloud.
There is despondency in his eyes as he confronted his mother with the painful truth. He had always held his mother in high regard, but now her actions had shattered that image.
"Mother," he continued, his hand fisted as his tone was shaking with emotion, "Silver also told me about your private meeting, about how you tried to manipulate him and make him believe that leaving me was the right choice. He cried, Mother. He cried because of your cruelty. He cried because you just slapped him on the face not once but two times! You have physically assaulted my partner and attempted to throw tea at him."
Duchess Vivian's heart felt heavy as her son recounted the events of the private meeting. She had hoped that she would keep their encounter a secret, but now Anthony knew the extent of her manipulation. She couldn't meet her son's gaze, and she continued to deny the accusations.
"Anthony, my dear," she said with a hint of desperation, "I would never do such things. That is not the woman I am."
But Anthony had heard enough, and his disappointment was palpable. He moved closer to his mother, his voice filled with anguish. "Mother, I saw the pain in Silver's eyes, the way he described what you did to him. You have to admit the truth."
Duchess Vivian's denial persisted, even as her son's heartache weighed heavily upon her. She couldn't bear to admit her actions, even in the face of Anthony's unwavering insistence.
"Anthony, please," she implored, "believe me, I—"
But her words were cut off by Anthony's resolute response. "No, Mother," he said, his voice carrying the weight of his decision, "I believe Silver. He has no reason to lie, and I've seen the evidence of your cruelty. I can't condone what you've done."
Duchess Vivian's facade crumbled completely, and she sank back onto the sofa, her shoulders slumped with defeat. She had lost the trust and respect of her own son, and the pain of that realization was almost too much to bear.
"Mother, I have enough!" he exclaimed. "I've seen the pain you've caused him, and I can't ignore it any longer. Silver has been nothing but loving and loyal to me, and I won't stand by while you hurt him." Anthony's disappointment and frustration with his mother had reached a breaking point. He couldn't comprehend why Duchess Vivian would harbor such animosity toward Silver, the man he loved deeply for the past five years. He took a deep breath and, with a heavy heart, asked his mother the question that had been haunting him.
"Mother," Anthony began, "what has Silver ever done to you? He has been nothing but kind to you. Why would you treat him so cruelly? Why did you treat him so horribly?"
Duchess Vivian's eyes met her son's gaze. She knew that the time had come to reveal her true motivations, even though it meant admitting to her sinister intentions.
"Anthony," she began with bitterness, "you must understand that I have always had certain expectations for your future. Our family's name, reputation, and legacy are of utmost importance."
Anthony listened, his heart heavy, as his mother continued.
"When Silver entered your life on the day of the Draventon 270th anniversary ball, it became clear that he did not fit within those expectations," Duchess Vivian admitted, she then walked toward the middle window as she stared at the garden. "He does not come from a noble background like us, and his presence threatened to tarnish our family's image. I saw him as an obstacle to securing your future, to ensuring that you would marry someone of noble blood and continue our family's legacy."
Anthony's eyes widened in shock as his mother's true motivations were laid bare. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. The woman he had always respected and loved as his mother had harbored such disdain for the man he cherished.
"You did all of this," he said, trembling with anger and sadness, "because you wanted me to be with someone of noble blood? You were willing to hurt Silver, to manipulate and deceive both of us, just for the sake of tradition?"
Duchess Vivian nodded, her expression unrepentant. "Yes, Anthony. I believed that it was for the greater good of our family. I couldn't let my own son make a choice that would jeopardize our legacy. Your ancestors have worked very hard since 1755 to get where they are, and I cannot imagine that all of their hard work and effort has gone down the drain."
Anthony's heart ached as he struggled to come to terms with the truth. The woman he had always looked up to as his mother had revealed herself to be a manipulative and callous woman, willing to sacrifice his happiness and love for the sake of tradition.
Anthony couldn't fathom the depths of his mother's cruelty and manipulation. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for more painful revelations.
"Mother," Anthony's voice was trembling as he began to ask her, "was everything you did to Silver, from introducing him to Catherine and the hospital, all part of your plan to make him feel uncomfortable and drive a wedge between us?"
Duchess Vivian's laughter cut through the tension in the room, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Anthony's spine. Her amusement in the face of her son's pain only deepened his sense of betrayal.
"Oh Anthony," she replied with a sinister smile, "you have no idea how easy it was to manipulate Silver. I played my cards well, and he fell for it every time. Yes, everything I did was a part of my plan to make him feel uncomfortable and unwelcome."
Anthony's heart sank as he realized the extent of his mother's malevolence. She had orchestrated every moment to undermine his relationship with Silver, to make him doubt their love, and to create an atmosphere of discomfort. He grappled with the realization that his own mother had been the architect of their suffering. The pain and anger he felt were overwhelming, and he couldn't comprehend how she could be so heartless.
"Mother," he gasp, "how could you do this to us? How could you hurt Silver, the person I love, in such a calculated and cruel way?"
Duchess Vivian's smile remained, but her eyes gleamed with malice as she reveled in her son's anguish. "Anthony," she replied coldly, "I did it because I believed it was necessary to protect our family's name and legacy. Love, in the world of nobility, is a naive and foolish notion."
The room was filled with tension as Anthony grappled with the harsh reality of his mother's actions. The woman he had once loved and respected had revealed herself to be a villain in their love story, and he was left to face the painful truth.
The heavy weight of betrayal and deceit hung in the air, casting a shadow over the opulent drawing room where this family's painful truths had been laid bare.
Duchess Vivian continued to smile, though her eyes were cold as ice, as she spoke about Catherine, the woman she had preferred over Silver all along.
"Catherine," she said with a warmth smile, "is a delightful young woman, Anthony. Her family has a long history of nobility, and she would have made an excellent match for you."
Anthony's heart sank further as he listened to his mother's praise of Catherine. It was clear that Duchess Vivian had always seen Catherine as a more suitable partner for him, and that revelation stung.
"Mother," he replied with a disappointed sigh, "I've known about the plans you and Catherine's mother made for our betrothal since we were toddlers. But we were never romantically interested in each other, and we both agreed that it wasn't what we wanted and better to stay as friends than lovers."
Duchess Vivian's smile remained, but it was tinged with bitterness. "Yes, I had hoped that you and Catherine would eventually develop feelings for each other as you grow older and fulfill the plans we made. But it seems fate had other ideas."
Anthony's frustration grew as he listened to his mother's words. She had been so fixated on her own plans and expectations that she had failed to consider his feelings and desires.
Duchess Vivian continued to speak, her words dripping with disdain as she compared Catherine and Silver in starkly different terms.
"Catherine is a refined young woman," she said, her voice condescending. "She is everything a mother could hope for in a daughter-in-law. I alway imagine Catherine as your future wife, the perfect bride to be your Duchess."
Anthony's frustration grew with every word his mother spoke. He had always felt a deep connection with Catherine as a friend, but he couldn't force himself to feel something he didn't. The pressure to conform to his mother's expectations had weighed heavily on him for years.
"Mother," he replied with a hint of anger, "Catherine is a wonderful person, but we've always been friends. I can't force myself to feel something I don't."
Duchess Vivian's eyes turned cold as she shifted her focus to Silver. "And then there's Silver," she said with a sneer. "He doesn't come from noble blood, doesn't have a prestigious family name. No titles, no deeds, nothing to his name! Not to mention how his entire family didn't even have a fraction of our family's wealth." She exclaimed. "He's an outsider who has infiltrated our lives, bringing disgrace into our life."
Anthony's anger flared at his mother's words. He had heard enough of her disparagement of Silver, the man he loved deeply. Her prejudice and disdain for him were unbearable.
"Mother," Anthont retorted, "Silver is an extraordinary person. He has a heart of gold, and he loves me for who I am, not for my title or lineage. I won't let you belittle him."
Duchess Vivian's anger grew as Anthony defended Silver. She had hoped that her son would see things her way, that he would prioritize tradition and nobility over love.
"While it is true that Silver's family doesn't have a noble title like we do, but he's the Defender of Love and the Radiant Boy-Princess!" Anthony reminded her.
Duchess Vivian's face contorted with disdain and disbelief as Anthony reminded her of Silver's unique status in the Magical World. Silver, as part of the renowned Dream Defenders group, held a significant role as the Defender of Love. Moreover, he had been crowned as "The Radiant Boy-Princess" by the members of the Disney Princess group at 23 as their honorary member of their Princess group, a title that held great significance in their world.
She had been aware of these accolades, having attended the coronation with her family as an invitation from the Disney Princesses themselves. At the ceremony, she watched as the crown was placed on Silver's head. Yet, despite Silver's recognition and acceptance in the magical realm, it meant nothing to Duchess Vivian in the real world. In her eyes, the titles were insufficient to warrant her approval.
"Anthony," she replied with a scornful tone, "those titles in the Magical World hold no significance in our realm. What matters here is our family's legacy and reputation. Silver may have gained recognition there, but it means nothing in the world of nobility."
Anthony's frustration grew as he heard his mother's dismissal of Silver's achievements and titles. He couldn't understand how his own mother could be so blinded by tradition and nobility that she couldn't see the incredible person Silver was.
"Mother," he said, his voice shaking with grief, "you are so fixated on our family's legacy that you can't see the love I share with Silver. He's not just a title or a name; he's the person I want to spend my life with, the one who brings happiness and warmth into my life."
Duchess Vivian's determination remained unshaken, even in the face of her son's impassioned words. She saw Silver as an obstacle to her vision of the Draventon legacy, and she was willing to do whatever it took to remove that obstacle.
"Anthony," she said coldly, "I will not stand by and let you throw away everything we've worked for, everything our ancestors have built, for the sake of a commoner. I will not allow it."
Anthony's heart ached as he realized the depth of his mother's obstinacy. She was willing to sacrifice his happiness and love for the sake of tradition, and it was a painful realization to confront.
"Mother," he said with a heavy sigh, "I can't change who I am or who I love. Silver means the world to me, and I won't abandon him."
Duchess Vivian's anger and frustration had reached a boiling point, and she pressed Anthony further with her questions, the same questions she asked Silver at the hospital.
"Anthony," she began with a hint of mockery and a smile, "can Silver give you the prestigious alliances that our family needs to maintain its status in high aristocratic society? Can he provide you with the financial stability required to support our grand estate? Can he ensure your place as Duke and provide you with the heir along with many children you need to continue our family lineage? Can Silver give you everything you need for our family's future? To ensure that our bloodline won't end?"
Anger and frustration welling up within him as his mother presented her arguments. He knew that her concerns were rooted in her fixation on tradition and nobility, but he couldn't accept her cruel and manipulative tactics any longer.
"Mother," he began, his tone resolute, "Silver may not come from a noble background, but he possesses qualities that are far more important to me. He loves me unconditionally, supports me through thick and thin, and brings joy into my life every day." Anthony told her. "He has shown me what true love is, and I can't abandon him for the sake of alliances or financial stability."
Duchess Vivian's smile waned as Anthony's words cut through her arguments. She had hoped that her questions would make her son see reason, but his love for Silver remained unwavering.
"Anthony," she continued, her voice cold, "what about our grand estate? Can Silver provide for the upkeep and maintenance it requires? Can he ensure that our family's home remains the symbol of our prestige and status?"
Anthony's eyes filled with determination as he responded. "Mother, our family's estate is important to me, but it's not everything. Silver and I can work together to preserve our legacy, even if it means making sacrifices. Love and commitment can overcome challenges, and I won't turn my back on him."
"Anthony," Duchess Vivian asked, "can Silver grant you the prestigious alliances necessary to maintain our status in high aristocratic society? Can he ensure that our family remains respected and influential?"
Anthony's frustration grew as he responded. "Mother, I believe in love over alliances. True respect comes from the heart, not from connections. Silver and I can build our own path, and I won't let you dictate my choices based on outdated notions of prestige."
Duchess Vivian's face contorted with anger as she posed her next question.
"Anthony," she said, "can Silver give you everything you need for our family's future, ensuring that our bloodline won't end?"
Anthony's voice trembled with emotion as he gave his response. "Mother, the future of our family is solely my responsibility to ensure that my brothers and sisters are financially stable. But I believe in the power of love and commitment to overcome challenges. I won't abandon Silver, and I won't sacrifice our love for the sake of tradition or your expectations."
Duchess Vivian's frustration grew as Anthony refused to yield to her arguments. She pressed on with her last question.
"Anthony," she said with desperation, "what about the future of our family's name and lineage? Can Silver provide you with the heirs you need to carry on our bloodline?"
Anthony's heart ached as he considered his mother's question. He had always felt the weight of responsibility as the heir to the Draventon legacy, but he couldn't accept her manipulative tactics.
Anthony took a deep breath and composed himself before responding to his mother's question. But He remembered the moment vividly, the evening at Mickey's Not-So-Scary Halloween Party in 2025 when they and their siblings encountered the Magic Mirror. He recalled the profound vision it had shown them.
"Mother," Anthony began, steady, "I remember the Magic Mirror at Mickey's Not-So-Scary Halloween Party back in 2025. It showed us a vision of the future, a future where Silver and I raise a child together. It was a beautiful moment, and it showed me that our love can create a family, even if it's not in the traditional sense."
Duchess Vivian's eyes widened and gasped in shock as she heard her son's revelation. She had not known about the Magic Mirror's vision, but a moment that Anthony told her how it showed the possibility of her son having a family with Silver. Her carefully constructed arguments began to crumble in the face of this revelation.
"Anthony," she stammered, her composure slipping, "that… that was just a vision, a fantasy!" She exclaimed. "It doesn't change the reality of our world and our family's expectations."
But Anthony remained resolute, his heart filled with the memory of that vision and the love he shared with Silver. He couldn't let his mother's traditional expectations dictate his happiness.
"Mother," he said firmly, "that vision may have been magical, but it showed me what's truly important – love, family, and happiness. I won't let tradition and expectations stand in the way of the life I want to build with Silver."
Duchess Vivian's frustration and anger reached their peak as she realized that her arguments had failed to sway her son. She had hoped to use tradition, nobility, and family legacy as a means to manipulate him, but his love for Silver was unwavering.
Anthony's determination shone through as he faced his mother, a newfound sense of confidence in his voice. "Mother," he said, unwavering, "I want to make it clear that I love Silver, and I won't let anything or anyone stand in the way of our happiness." He began playfully rubbing his chin as he tilted his head aside. "In fact, I've been thinking about our future together, and I believe that one day, I might want to marry him."
Duchess Vivian's eyes widened in shock and horror at her son's revelation. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. Her heart raced, and she let out an involuntary shriek, unable to contain her outrage.
"Ma… M.. Marry him?!" she exclaimed, is her son serious about wishing to marry that man!? "You.. you can't be serious, Anthony! You can't… you can't possibly want to marry that man and disgrace our family even further!"
Anthony couldn't contain a wry smile at his mother's shocked reaction. He had finally found the strength to stand up for his love and his future with Silver.
"Mother," he began, steady despite her outburst, "I am serious. I love Silver, and I want him to be a part of our family. We all love him, and he loves us. Just imagine, we could be one big, happy family, with Silver's family spending time with us as well. Here at the Draventon Estate!"
Duchess Vivian was beside herself with anger, unable to comprehend her son's resolve. She had lost control over the situation, and her plans had crumbled before her eyes.
"You... you can't do this!" she shouted with fury. "I won't allow it! This is not the future I envisioned for you, Anthony!"
Anthony watched his mother's furious outburst with a sense of bewilderment. He chuckled inside as to why she was so vehemently opposed to his desire to marry Silver, especially considering her earlier efforts to find him a suitable bride. Soon, he began to play the role of a confused son.
"But Mother," he began, acting so innocently, "you always wanted me to find a bride, to secure our family's legacy. Isn't that what you've been trying to do all along?"
Duchess Vivian's anger flared even brighter as she heard her son's words. She felt as though her carefully constructed world was falling apart, and she couldn't bear the thought of Anthony marrying Silver.
"Yes, Anthony!" she snapped with frustration, "But I expected you to choose a suitable bride from a noble family, not this... this commoner!"
Anthony's "confusion" deepened as he tried to reconcile his mother's conflicting desires. She had pushed him to find a bride, and now that he had found someone he loved, she was vehemently opposed to it. He maintained his act, scratching his tilted head as if trying to comprehend his mother's sudden change of heart.
"Mother," he said, still acting bewildered, "I thought you were all about preserving our family's legacy. Silver has achieved so much in the Magical World, and he's beloved by many. Isn't that what matters most?"
Duchess Vivian was growing increasingly exasperated as she tried to make her son see reason. Has her son lost his mind!?
"Anthony," she exclaimed, "the Magical World is not our world! What matters here are our traditions, our legacy, our nobility! I can't believe you would even consider marrying someone like Silver."
Duchess Vivian was at a loss for words, her frustration reaching its peak. She had hoped to manipulate her son, but his playful act of confusion had left her utterly confused.
"Anthony," she sputtered, "this is not the time for your silly games! Marrying Silver would be a disgrace to our family!"
"Mother," he said, still acting, "I don't understand. You wanted me to marry, and now that I've found someone I love, someone who makes me happy, you're against it. Why?"
Duchess Vivian's frustration had reached its limit, and she unleashed a torrent of anger at her son. Her words were filled with venom as she let out her pent-up feelings of resentment and jealousy towards Silver.
"Why? You want to know why Anthony," she hissed, "I have watched for five long years as that man, Silver, has stolen the spotlight from our family at every event, every party, every gathering I hosted. It's always him, him, him, as if he's the center of the universe! Everyone adores him, and they've forgotten about the Draventon name. Our family's prestige has been overshadowed by his presence, and I can't stand it any longer!"
Anthony listened in shock as his mother's true feelings spilled out. He had known that she harbored resentment towards Silver, but he hadn't realized the depth of her jealousy and bitterness.
"Mother," he replied, "Silver is a kind and loving person. He doesn't seek the spotlight; it just gravitates toward him because of his warmth and charisma. It's not his fault that people adore him."
Duchess Vivian's anger intensified as she continued to vent her frustrations. "And that dress he wears, that ridiculous, extravagant gown he flaunts at every opportunity! It's a mockery of our family's dignity. He parades around in it as if he's some sort of princess, and it's an affront to our noble heritage!"
Anthony struggled to find the right words to respond to his mother's tirade. He knew that Silver's unique style and love of Disney Princesses had drawn attention, but it was a part of who he was.
"Mother," he said gently, "Silver's fashion choices are an expression of his individuality. He's not mocking anyone; he's just being himself. We should celebrate that."
Duchess Vivian's anger was unrelenting as she listed her grievances against Silver. "And the way he commands the spotlight, the way he captivates everyone's attention with his stories and laughter, it's infuriating! He's turned our family into a sideshow at our own gatherings, and I won't tolerate it any longer!"
Anthony sighed, realizing that his mother's jealousy and resentment were deep-seated. He loved Silver for who he was, and he couldn't change that.
"Mother," he said with a heavy heart, "Silver's charisma and ability to connect with people are some of the things I love about him. I can't change who he is, and I don't want to."
Duchess Vivian's anger showed no signs of abating as she continued to voice her frustrations. "And don't get me started on how he's always surrounded by admirers, people who fawn over him, praise him, and treat him like royalty. It's sickening how they adore him and forget about our family's standing! I listen as people speak about Silver, Silver this, Silver that! Blah blah blah!"
Anthony felt torn between his love for Silver and his loyalty to his family. He had never wanted to be the cause of tension, but he couldn't deny his feelings.
"Mother," he said with conflict, "Silver's kindness has endeared him to many, but it doesn't diminish our family's standing. Our legacy is secure, and I believe we can find a way to coexist."
Duchess Vivian's anger continued to pour out as she criticized Silver further. "And let's not forget how he alway makes it seem like he's the hero, swooping in to rescue everyone, solving problems, using his stupid talking animal power and making grand gestures. It's as if he's trying to upstage you, Anthony, and I won't stand for it!"
Anthony was caught in the middle of a storm, torn between his love for Silver and his loyalty to his family. He had always wanted to find a way to make everyone happy, but it seemed impossible at that moment.
"Mother," he said, his voice weary, "Silver has a big heart, and he genuinely cares about people. He doesn't do things to upstage anyone. Can't we find a way for both him and our family to coexist peacefully?"
Duchess Vivian's anger was unrelenting, and she seemed determined to express her grievances fully. "And as if that weren't enough, he's always in the spotlight with his... his extravagant stories about that dumb magical world and his antics! It's as if he's making a mockery of our family's dignity and decorum!"
Anthony's heart ached as he listened to his mother's words. He had always seen the joy and authenticity in Silver's stories and antics, but he couldn't deny the pain they seemed to cause his mother.
"Mother," he began, gently, "Silver's stories and antics bring happiness to many. They're not meant to mock anyone. Can't we find a way to appreciate his unique spirit?"
Duchess Vivian's frustration had reached its peak, and she was determined to make her son understand the depth of her anger. "Anthony," she said, her voice seething with resentment, "I have watched as he takes your time and attention away from our family. It's as if you're living in his shadow, prioritizing him over your own family, and I can't bear it any longer!"
Anthony's heart sank as he realized the extent of his mother's anger. He had always strived to balance his love for Silver and his responsibilities to his family, but it seemed impossible to satisfy both sides.
"Mother," he replied heavy with sadness, "I love Silver, but I also love our family. I've tried to find a balance, but it's not easy. I'm sure that we will find a way to coexist the two together peacefully?"
Duchess Vivian's anger and resentment had been laid bare, but she wasn't finished. She had one final grievance to voice, one that had fueled her actions.
"And let's not forget," she continued, her voice cold and calculated, "about Catherine. She's from a noble family, a suitable match for you, and yet you've pushed her away because of your ignorant infatuation with Silver!"
Anthony's heart ached as he heard his mother mention Catherine. He had always valued her friendship, but he couldn't deny his love for Silver.
"Mother," he conflicted said, "I care about Catherine deeply, but my feelings for Silver are different. I can't control who I love."
The tension in the room had escalated to a boiling point, and the argument between Anthony and Duchess Vivian showed no signs of abating. Their voices rose, and what had started as a conversation had now turned into a heated exchange.
Duchess Vivian, her face flushed with anger, shouted, "Anthony, you're blinded by your foolish infatuation! Silver has bewitched you with his nonsense, and you've thrown away a noble match with Catherine for this ridiculous fantasy!"
Anthony, equally frustrated and determined, retorted, "Mother, my feelings for Silver are real, not some fantasy! I can't help who I love, and Catherine deserves someone who can give her the love she deserves."
The two were locked in a battle of wills, their words sharp and cutting. Duchess Vivian, unwilling to yield, fired back, "Love? This isn't love, Anthony! It's an obsession, a distraction from your duties and responsibilities. You're sacrificing our family's future for this nonsense!"
Anthony's voice shook with emotion as he yelled, "It's not a distraction! Silver makes me happy, and I won't apologize for that. I can still fulfill my duties while being with him."
Duchess Vivian, her eyes flashing with anger, continued to berate her son. "You're being selfish, Anthony! Our family's reputation is at stake, and you're jeopardizing it for your own desires."
Anthony, tears of frustration welling in his eyes, shouted back, "I'm not being selfish! I'm just trying to live my life authentically, and I won't let our family's reputation dictate my happiness!"
The argument showed no signs of letting up, and their voices echoed through the grand chamber. Duchess Vivian was relentless, determined to make her son see reason. "Anthony, you're acting like a child, throwing a tantrum over this commoner! Our family has standards, and you're lowering them!"
Anthony, his face red with anger, retorted, "Silver is not a commoner! He's an extraordinary person, and I won't let you belittle him. Our standards should include acceptance and love."
Duchess Vivian, her patience worn thin, lashed out with a cutting remark. "You're embarrassing yourself, Anthony! Everyone in the noble circles is talking about your foolishness. You're jeopardizing your own future."
Anthony, desperate, countered, "I don't care what they say! I won't abandon Silver just to please some snobbish aristocrats. Love is more important than their cruel gossip."
The argument had now reached a deafening crescendo, their words a whirlwind of anger and frustration. Duchess Vivian, unable to contain her rage, accused, "You're choosing Silver over your own family, over me, your mother!"
Anthony, tears streaming down his face, shouted in anguish, "I'm not choosing anyone over you! I love you, but I can't deny who I am and who I love. I won't be forced into a loveless marriage."
Duchess Vivian continued to express her outrage over Anthony's desire to marry Silver, the grand double doors of the drawing room suddenly slammed open. Duke Edward, Anthony's father, stormed into the room, his usually calm and amiable demeanor replaced by a stern expression.
Duke Edward, now in his 60's, still has his side-swept dark brunette hairstyle, which had once featured a thick beard, now displays more pronounced streaks of gray, adding to his distinguished appearance. His beard, if maintained, is filled with finely trimmed and well-groomed. He wore this tailor open single-breasted blazer jackets made from woven stretch fabric in golden brown color. It features narrow, notched lapels with a decorative buttonhole, two buttons at the front, and decorative buttons at the cuffs. Additionally, it has a chest pocket, front pockets with flaps, and an inner pocket. There's also a vent at the back, and the jacket is lined for added comfort and style.
Over this jacket is a white dress shirt with a matching woolen vest featuring black buttons and a dark brown tie. He wears a matching pair of pants featuring a waistband that's held up by a very dark brown leather belt featuring a golden oval-shaped buckle and side pockets and welt back pockets with buttons. Sat on his left wrist is a shining silver watch featuring a cream dial, hai wedding ring, and a pair of brown leather cap-toe Oxford shoes.
"What on earth with all the commotion!?" Duke Edward quested them. "I heard shouting and yelling from my study? Now what is going on here?"
Duchess Vivian turned to her husband, her face flushed with anger and frustration. She gestured dramatically towards their son, Anthony, who was still maintaining his act of confusion.
"Edward!" she exclaimed, "Our son has lost his mind! He wants to marry…. Silver!"
Duke Edward's eyes widened as he took in the situation. He turned to Anthony, who was still feigning bewilderment, and then back to Duchess Vivian.
"Marry... Silver?" he repeated, his voice filled with surprise. "Anthony, is that true?"
Anthony, began acting so innocently, nodded vigorously. "Why yes, Father! It is true."
Duke Edward, took a moment to process the situation. He looked at his wife, Duchess Vivian, who was still fuming, and then turned to Anthony, who was playing his part convincingly.
A broad smile spread across Duke Edward's face, and he opened his arms wide, ready to embrace his son in celebration. "Anthony, my boy, that's fantastic news!" he exclaimed, clapping Anthony on the back with enthusiasm. "I couldn't be happier for you!"
Anthony, still played along, nodding with a grin. "Thank you, Father! I'm glad you're supportive."
Duke Edward then turned to his wife. "Vivian, can you believe it? Our son has found someone he is going to spend his whole life with! We're going to have another wedding in this family!"
Duchess Vivian was still stunned by the unexpected turn of events. She stood there, mouth agape, unable to comprehend her husband's enthusiastic response.
Duke Edward continued his congratulatory speech, oblivious to his wife's dismay. "Anthony, my boy," he said with a chuckle, "have you thought about using our ancestral rings from the private collection? They would be a splendid addition to this joyful occasion!"
Duchess Vivian's eyes widened in horror as she realized that her husband was fully on board with the idea of Anthony marrying Silver, even suggesting the use of their family's ancestral rings.
Anthony couldn't help but maintain his act, nodding in agreement with his father's suggestion. "That's a wonderful idea, Father! We should definitely consider it."
Duchess Vivian was at a loss for words, her carefully constructed plans and arguments falling apart in the face of her husband's unwavering support for their son's supposed marriage.
Duke Edward, blissfully unaware of the turmoil in his wife's mind, turned to Anthony with a bright smile. "Well, my boy, if you've made up your mind, then we'll support you wholeheartedly. Love is a beautiful thing, and if Silver makes you happy, that's all that matters."
Anthony couldn't help but smile at his father's heartwarming response, even though it was all part of their playful act. "Thank you, Father. Your support means the world to me."
Duchess Vivian watched in disbelief as her husband and son continued their cheerful exchange. She had expected resistance and arguments, but instead, her carefully crafted villainous plan had turned into a sitcom-like scenario filled with unexpected comedy.
She, growing increasingly frustrated, finally decided to set the record straight. She turned to her husband, Duke Edward, and with exasperation in her voice, she said, "Edward, for heaven's sake, Anthony isn't actually planning on marrying Silver!"
Duke Edward's eyes widened in confusion, his earlier enthusiasm deflating instantly. "He's… he's not?" he asked, scratching his head in bewilderment.
Anthony, relieved to drop the act, stepped forward and explained, "Father, I was just making a point. I haven't actually proposed to Silver. This was all to show Mother that I won't let her manipulate me into giving up on the person I love."
Duke Edward blinked, trying to process the sudden change in the situation. "Wait, your mother manipulating you?" he asked, still a bit baffled. "What… What are you talking about?"
His initial enthusiasm, replaced by concern, looked back and forth between his wife and son. "Vivian, dear, what is going on here?" he questioned, his voice tinged with worry. "Whatever did our son mean by you manipulating him?"
Anthony, his frustration still palpable, turned to his mother, Duchess Vivian, and said firmly, "Mother, it's time you explain to Father what you've been doing."
Duchess Vivian hesitated, her eyes darting around as she realized she was cornered. "Edward, darling," she began, "I... I offered Silver a sum of money to leave Anthony. I admit, I wanted to break them up."
Duke Edward's eyes widened in shock, his concern deepening. "Vivian, you did what?" he exclaimed, incredulous.
"And not just that, Father." Anthony continued on, "She confessed to Silver that she wanted to break us up, and when Silver refused her offer, she physically assaulted him by slapping him in the face, twice!"
Duke Edward's face contorted with a mixture of anger and disappointment. "Vivian, how could you?!" he said. "Why would you do that?"
Duchess Vivian tried to defend her actions, though her words held a shaky resolve. "Edward, y-y-you don't understand. I was only trying to protect Anthony's future. I-I-I thought I knew what was best for him."
Duke Edward's disappointment was evident as he shook his head. "Vivian, love isn't something you can manipulate or buy off. Anthony has the right to choose who he loves, and as his mother, you should support him, not try to destroy his happiness."
Anthony, still visibly upset by his mother's actions, added, "Father, I love you both, but I can't allow her to keep interfering in my life and relationship. Silver means the world to me, and I won't let anyone come between us."
Duchess Vivian, realizing the gravity of her actions and the consequences they had on her family, sank to her knees, her tears flowing freely. "Edward, I never meant for any of this to happen. I was just afraid for Anthony's future, and I went about it all wrong."
Duke Edward sighed deeply, his anger subsiding as he helped his wife to her feet. "Vivian, we will discuss this further, but for now, we need to make amends and support our son's happiness."
With emotions still raw, the family began the process of healing and reconciliation, knowing that it would take time to rebuild the trust that had been fractured by their tumultuous argument. The tension in the room continued to hang heavy, Anthony, his patience worn thin by his mother's actions and manipulations, took a deep breath and spoke with unwavering resolve.
"Mother," he began, steady but filled with a deep sadness, "I've had enough of this turmoil. If you can't accept my relationship with Silver, if you continue to try and control my life and happiness to be the perfect Duke you wish for me to be, then I have no choice but to make a difficult decision."
Duke Edward and Duchess Vivian exchanged worried glances, realizing that Anthony was serious.
"I will formally renounce my right as the heir to the Draventon family," Anthony declared, his words sending shockwaves through the room. "I will cut ties with our family's legacy, and I'll live my life on my terms, with the person I love. You will pass down the title onto Erick, you can just go train him to be the next Duke. Not me."
Duchess Vivian gasped in disbelief, her eyes filling with tears. "Anthony, you can't be serious," she pleaded, her voice trembling. "You're our first born son, the future of our family!"
Anthony's gaze remained firm. "I love this family, Mother, but I can't let it dictate my happiness. Love is not something that can be controlled or bought. I won't live a life that's not true to who I am."
Duke Edward, torn between his love for his son and his sense of duty to the family's legacy, spoke with a heavy heart. "Anthony, think about what you're saying. This decision is not to be taken lightly."
Anthony nodded, tears in his eyes as well. "I've thought about it, Father. It's the only way to protect the love Silver and I share from constant interference and manipulation. I hope one day you, Mother, can understand."
Duchess Vivian, her tears now mingling with a fiery determination, refused to be defeated by her son's ultimatum. She couldn't fathom the idea of Anthony renouncing his position as the heir to the Draventon family, and her pride wouldn't allow her to back down.
With her voice quivering but her resolve unbroken, she retorted, "Very well, Anthony. If you choose to abandon your family and your responsibilities for the sake of your love affair with Silver, then go ahead. Pack your things and leave. We don't need someone who values a commoner over his own blood."
Duke Edward, caught in the middle of this heartbreaking family conflict, attempted to mediate. "Vivian, perhaps we can find a compromise, a way for Anthony to be happy without renouncing his position."
But Duchess Vivian, too proud and too wounded to consider compromise, shook her head. "No, Edward, I won't stand for this any longer. If Anthony wants to make such a choice, he should face the consequences. Let him go."
Anthony, feeling the weight of his mother's words and her unyielding stance, knew that his decision was a painful one. He nodded, with such heavy sorrow. "Very well, Mother. I'll leave, but know that it breaks my heart to do so."
With that, Anthony turned and left the drawing room, his footsteps echoing in the silence that had settled over the room. Duke Edward and Duchess Vivian were left behind, their family torn apart by a love that couldn't bridge the divide between duty and desire.
Duchess Vivian stood at the window, her gaze fixed on the serene garden outside. Her shoulders trembled slightly as she tried to hold back her tears. The weight of her actions, the rift she had created within her family, bore down on her like a heavy burden.
Duke Edward, feeling a deep sense of disappointment in his wife, approached her and gently began to rub her shoulders, trying to offer some comfort in this moment of turmoil. He knew that their family was at a breaking point, and it pained him to see the woman he had loved for so long unraveling it.
"Vivian," he began, his voice soft but filled with concern, "you must understand the gravity of the situation. What you've done has hurt Anthony deeply."
Duchess Vivian remained silent for a moment, her eyes still fixed on the garden. She knew she had to face the consequences of her actions, but it was hard to admit her mistakes.
Duke Edward continued to rub her shoulders, trying to offer support while gently confronting his wife. "Vivian, you must apologize to Anthony before he leaves. He deserves that much. And you should also apologize to Silver for your actions as well."
While massaging his wife's shoulders, he continued to speak softly but firmly. "Vivian, have you truly considered the consequences of your actions? Can you bear the thought of missing out on our son's wedding, the joy we would share, the excitement of that day? Can you imagine not being there to witness their love and commitment?"
He paused, his voice heavy with emotion. "And what about our grandchild, if they ever plan on having one? Can you live with the idea of never being able to see them take their first steps, hear their first words, or be called 'grandma' and 'grandpa'? Is that the image you want for our family?"
Duchess Vivian's tears finally overcame her pride as she realized the gravity of her actions and the potential loss she faced. She turned to her husband, her voice choked with remorse. "Edward, I never wanted any of this to happen. I let my fears and stubbornness cloud my judgment. I... I don't want to lose Anthony. I don't want to lose my little boy."
Duke Edward embraced his wife, holding her close as they both grappled with the magnitude of the situation. "Vivian, it's not too late to make amends," he reassured her. "We need to talk to Anthony, apologize, and try to heal our family."
Duchess Vivian nodded, her heart heavy with regret. She knew that repairing the damage she had caused would be a long and difficult journey, but she was determined to do whatever it took to bring her family back together.
Tears welled up in Duchess Vivian's eyes as she finally acknowledged the depth of her feelings. "I know," she admitted, her voice choked with emotion. "I'm just so afraid of losing him."
Duke Edward embraced his wife, holding her close as they both grappled with the pain and consequences of their actions. It was a difficult journey ahead, one filled with apologies, forgiveness, and the hope of rebuilding their family.
The couple stood there, locked in each other's arms, the once grand drawing room felt like a sanctuary of love and understanding amidst the chaos that had unfolded within their lives.
"Oh Edward. What have I done…."
Well, well, well. It seems that Duchess Vivian's grand plan to control her son's life and force him into a loveless match has backfired spectacularly. What started as a heated argument between Anthony and his mother took an unexpected turn, leading to Anthony's bold decision to renounce his position as the heir to the Draventon family. As for Duchess Vivian, her actions serve as a cautionary tale about the consequences of trying to dictate someone else's happiness. Her misguided attempts to shape her son's future to be a perfect Duke not only pushed him away but also caused irreparable damage to their family relationship. Her realization of the potential loss she faces highlights the importance of empathy, forgiveness, and the willingness to make amends.
Anthony's brave stand for love underscores the idea that true happiness can't be found in conformity or forced decisions. Love is a powerful force, one that transcends societal expectations and familial pressures. His willingness to walk away from his noble position and life for the sake of love and the strength of his feelings for Silver. He couldn't stand by and let his mother manipulate his destiny and her cruel behavior toward Silver any longer.
And now, Duchess Vivian has finally begun to understand the gravity of her terrible actions. Her tears and remorse show that sometimes, even the most well-intentioned individuals can get caught up in their own expectations and desires for their loved ones. The pain of potentially losing her son and the realization of the damage she's done have sparked a turning point in her character arc. Perhaps now, she will embark on a journey of redemption, seeking to rebuild the trust and love that has been fractured within her family. It won't be an easy road, but it's a path worth taking.
Next Chapter: Duchess Vivian, finally realizing her cruel error, believes that it's time to owe two people her deepest apology.