The words had barely left his mouth when Baron Bragot scoffed loudly. "A man, a Lord no less, wasting his time designing women's clothes? Where is the shame in that? Only fools would wear such things."
Duke Philip's expression darkened at once. His sharp eyes landed on Bragot, and the weight of his glare was enough to send a chill down the Baron's spine. Bragot froze, suddenly wondering what he had said wrong.
"Mind your words," the Duke warned coldly. "Baron Blank's skill is impressive. You will not belittle it."
Baron Bragot's lips trembled. He quickly bowed his head. "Forgive me, Your Grace. I spoke carelessly." He forced out the apology, though the anger in his eyes had not faded.
