[color=0072bc][b]Adrian[/b][/color]

After two hours of exciting marriage talks, (which mostly consisted of Lord Melbourne mentioning the significance of the dowry that came with it), Melbourne declared that he had other 'important' plans for the rest of the day, which obviously did not involve Adrian. The earl himself subtly raised an eyebrow. [i]Such as flirting with my mother. [/i] As far as he was aware of, both were born in the same decade and Melbourne did not put any effort into concealing his fondness for the old lady. Probably the reason why they got along so "splendidly". Not that he had ever dared to ask his dear mother. 

Melbourne murmured an excuse and left the room, whilst Adrian sat down on one of the comfy chairs. A unicum designed by Émile-Jacques Ruhlmann, which his late aunt had given him. Absentmindedly, he took his phone out of his pocket and started to scroll through the news, without actually reading them. He continued to check his Whatsapp messages, hoped for new Twitter scandals and almost missed the unusual Email, that covered the upper part of his screen. Only the subject managed to catch his attention. [color=ed1c24]"Is this for real?"[/color] [i]Well, this basically sums up my whole life, [/i] he thought to himself. At the same time, it sounded ... refreshingly different. Something he wasn't used to. Who would send him a message in ...American? He touched his screen to open the rest of the mail and read it within seconds. Over and over again. [i]Azariah...[/i] It was a name he had never heard before, but that wasn't his main concern. Which git had access to his private details and, most of all, why? There was only one way to find out. 


To: Azariah 
From: Adrian
Subject: Is this for real? 

My dearest Azariah,

It seems to be the truth. My advisor himself believes in this alliance and that it will 'be beneficial for the both of us.' Marvellous, isn't it? Please tell me if you know more. 

Adrian