The morning sun cast a warm glow over the courtyard as the preparations for the monster expedition were in full swing. The air was filled with a mixture of determination and anticipation.

Standing amidst the activity, Duke Visconti, Alphonse, and Prince Claude exchanged last-minute instructions and assurances, their expressions a blend of seriousness and resolve. The impending expedition was a task that required their full attention, a collective effort to ensure the safety and well-being of their lands.

On the sidelines, Duchess Simone, Alexander, and Elise watched with a mixture of pride and concern. The duchess offered words of encouragement to her husband and sons; her gaze unwavering.

As the time to depart drew near, Prince Claude turned his attention to Elise, his eyes holding a depth of emotion that needed no words to convey. Stepping towards her, he took her hand in his, his touch gentle and reassuring.

Elise's gaze met his, her heart echoing his unspoken sentiments. With a soft, private smile, Prince Claude leaned in and pressed a kiss to the back of Elise's hand, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulled away. His eyes met hers once more, and in a voice meant only for her ears, he whispered, "I love you."

Elise's heart swelled, her eyes glistening with emotion. She held his gaze, her response carried by the sincerity in her eyes. With a final, lingering look, Prince Claude reluctantly released her hand and turned to join the Duke.

As the trio made their way toward the waiting expedition party, the duchess approached Elise, her smile gentle and understanding. "He cares for you deeply," she said softly, her words carrying a warmth that mirrored a mother's comfort.

Elise nodded, her gaze never leaving Prince Claude's retreating figure. "And I care for him just as deeply," she replied, her voice filled with quiet resolve.

As they rode off into the distance, Elise's gaze lingered on their figures until they became mere specks on the horizon. Her heart felt heavy with worry and a tinge of sadness, knowing the perilous journey that lay ahead for them.

Her hand instinctively moved to her belly, her fingers gently tracing the curve. In that simple touch, she sought solace and a connection to the life growing within her. Her thoughts shifted between her concerns for Claude and her responsibility as a soon-to-be mother.

A mixture of fear and determination washed over her. She knew the importance of the expedition, the need to protect their land and people from the lurking threat of monsters. But it didn't ease the ache in her heart as she watched them ride away, knowing the risks they faced.

Elise sighed, a mixture of emotions swirling within her. She hoped for their safe return, for a future where she could stand by Claude's side without fear or uncertainty. With her gaze fixed on the distant horizon, she sent a silent prayer for their safety and a swift return.

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As the days turned into weeks and then months, Elise found herself immersed in a new routine within the Visconti dukedom. She embraced the opportunity to learn about its history, culture, and etiquette under the guidance of Duchess Simone. The duchess's presence became a steady source of support and companionship, especially during the times when worries about the expedition and her pregnancy weighed heavily on Elise's mind.

Alexander's responsibilities as acting duke kept him occupied, leaving Elise to navigate her new surroundings with the guidance of the duchess. Despite the adjustments and uncertainties, Elise's determination and the warmth of the duchess's presence made her feel more at home with each passing day.

One afternoon, as Elise was in the midst of writing a correspondence to the marquis of Primrose, a soft knock on her door interrupted her thoughts. Setting down her quill, she called out, "Come in."

The door opened to reveal her brother, Alexander, his familiar face offering both comfort and curiosity. "Elise," he greeted with a soft smile, stepping into the room.

"Alexander," she replied warmly, her own smile reflecting the genuine happiness she felt at his presence. "How have you been?"

Alexander closed the door behind him and walked over to where Elise sat. "Busy, as always," he replied with a hint of playful exasperation. "But seeing you adapting here makes it all worthwhile."

Elise chuckled softly, appreciating his concern. "I'm adjusting, thanks to the mother's guidance and your constant support," she said, her gaze filled with gratitude.

Alexander pulled up a chair and took a seat across from her. "How has your time been spent lately?" he inquired, his expression showing a sincere interest in her well-being.

"I've been learning about the history of the Visconti dukedom and refining my understanding of etiquette," Elise explained, her voice carrying a note of enthusiasm. "Mother has been a wonderful teacher."

Alexander nodded in approval. "That's good to hear. And how are you feeling?" he added, his gaze shifting to her growing belly.

Elise's hand instinctively rested on her belly, a soft smile gracing her lips. "Physically, I'm doing well. Mother has been taking great care of me," she replied, her voice filled with appreciation.

Her brother's eyes softened. As their conversation flowed, Alexander's curiosity took a gentle turn. "Elise, have you thought about what you would name the child?" he inquired, his tone light.

Elise's eyes sparkled with a touch of surprise, her lips curving into a thoughtful smile. "Actually, I haven't given it much thought," she admitted, her gaze drifting to her belly as if imagining the future. "But if it's a girl, I've always liked the name Camilla. It carries a sense of grace and strength."

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Alexander nodded in approval, the corners of his lips lifting. "Camilla is a beautiful name," he agreed. "And if it's a boy?"

Elise's smile deepened, a sense of warmth in her voice. "For a boy, I've been drawn to the name Augustus. It feels timeless and carries a sense of dignity."

Alexander's gaze held a mixture of affection and approval. "Camilla and Augustus – they're both names with character," he said, his voice gentle. "I think they suit the future of the Visconti dukedom quite well."

Elise's cheeks tinted with a hint of blush, her heart warmed by her brother's response. "Thank you, Alexander. It's comforting to discuss these things with someone I trust."

As their conversation continued to flow, Elise's curiosity turned toward her brother's life. "Alexander, can you tell me more about your fiancée?" she inquired, her voice carrying genuine interest.

A warm smile graced Alexander's lips as he spoke about his betrothed. "Amira is an exceptional woman," he began, his tone reflecting admiration. "She's not only a princess but also a warrior. Her strength and bravery are truly remarkable."

As Elise listened to Alexander's words, her curiosity deepened, drawn into the story of his betrothed. "Amira sounds truly remarkable," she remarked, a sense of admiration in her voice.

Alexander's gaze held a distant fondness as he spoke. "Indeed, she does," he agreed, a hint of a smile touching his lips. "When I first visited the Stragenesia Empire four years ago, I was captivated by her at first sight. Her strength, both as a warrior and as a person, was inspiring."

Elise's brows lifted in surprise. "You fell for her at first sight?" she asked, a mixture of curiosity and amusement in her tone.

Alexander chuckled softly, nodding. "Yes, I did. It was as if her presence commanded attention, and her beauty was undeniable." He paused, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. "But my initial attempts to propose marriage were met with rejection. Amira made it clear that she wanted to be more than a political alliance."

Elise's eyes widened in intrigue. "So, how did your relationship develop from there?" she inquired, clearly eager to know more.

Alexander's smile softened as he recounted their journey. "I realized that pushing for marriage wasn't the way to go. Instead, I focused on building a genuine friendship. We spent time together, engaging in conversations about various topics – from politics to personal experiences. Over time, our connection deepened."

Elise's lips curved into a knowing smile. "And eventually, she saw the sincerity of your intentions."

Alexander nodded, his expression filled with warmth. "Exactly. Amira appreciated the fact that I valued her not just as a potential partner but as a person. Eventually, our friendship naturally evolved into something deeper, and she agreed to become my betrothed."

Elise's gaze held a mixture of understanding and admiration. "It sounds like your patience and genuine approach played a significant role in winning her heart."

Alexander's smile held a touch of gratitude. "I believe so. It was a relief that the Sultan allowed for us to be engaged,"

Elise listened with rapt attention, captivated by the journey that had brought them together. "Being 10th in line for the throne must have made a difference," she mused, a thoughtful expression on her face.

Alexander nodded, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Yes, it definitely played a role. Amira's position allowed for more flexibility, and her father, the Sultan, recognized that our union could strengthen ties between our lands. Thus, he allowed for the engagement on the condition that I beat one of his generals,"

Elise's curiosity piqued as she heard about the dueling aspect. "Dueling a general for approval – that sounds intense," she remarked, a mixture of surprise and admiration in her voice.

A wry smile curved Alexander's lips as he recounted the memory. "It was an intense duel, to say the least. The general was a formidable opponent, and earning his respect through combat was the only way to demonstrate my dedication to Amira and our future together." Elise's eyes widened in awe.

"While it was a challenging and demanding ordeal, I knew that proving my commitment was essential. And looking back, I believe it was worth every effort."

Elise's gaze held a mixture of admiration and warmth. "Amira must mean a lot to you," she remarked, understanding the depth of devotion that he felt.

Alexander's expression softened, his eyes reflecting the depth of his feelings. "She does," he said, his voice carrying a note of sincerity. "Amira is the perfect woman for me."

As the resonant sound of a horn filled the air, Elise and Alexander exchanged a knowing look. It was a signal, a triumphant announcement that their father, brother, and the prince had returned victorious from their perilous expedition. The tension and anticipation that had been building over the past months were finally coming to a conclusion.

Without hesitation, they shared an unspoken understanding and made their way outside. Elise's heartbeat with a mixture of hope and anxiety as she moved forward. She couldn't help but wonder how Prince Claude had fared, knowing the dangers that the expedition held. Alexander's presence beside her brought a sense of reassurance, a reminder that they were united in this moment of anticipation.

The air was alive with the sound of hoofbeats as soldiers on horseback approached, their figures silhouetted against the backdrop of the estate. Among them, the figures of their father, brother Alphonse, and Prince Claude stood out, their presence commanding attention and respect. The soldiers, weary yet triumphant, guided their horses with a practiced ease.

Their father, brother, and Prince Claude stood tall and triumphant, surrounded by soldiers and well-wishers. The expressions on their faces ranged from weariness to exhilaration, a testament to the challenges they had overcome.

Elise's heart swelled with a mixture of relief and pride as she watched the procession approach. Her gaze was drawn to Prince Claude, who sat tall in his saddle, a symbol of leadership and strength. She could see the weariness in his features, yet there was also a glint of accomplishment in his eyes.

Amidst the celebration and cheers, a wave of emotion swept through the crowd as the soldiers and their leaders returned home. At the forefront of this heartfelt reunion were the duchess and Elise, their eyes shining with tears of relief and joy. As the duke and Alphonse approached, their tired but triumphant expressions greeted by warm smiles, the women couldn't contain their emotions any longer.

"Father, brother, thank God you all are safe,"

With heartfelt hugs, the Duchess and Elise enveloped their family members in a tight embrace, their relief palpable. In that embrace, words were unnecessary, as the shared emotions spoke volumes about the depth of their connection and the anxiety they had been carrying.

After the embrace, Elise's gaze shifted to Prince Claude, her heart racing as she approached him with unshed tears in her eyes. The weight of their separation and the dangers he had faced over the past months seemed to dissipate in the face of his safe return. With trembling hands, she reached out and pulled him into a hug, her tears falling freely as she clung to him.

"Claude," she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of relief, gratitude, and overwhelming emotion.

Prince Claude held her close, his arms offering both comfort and reassurance. "I'm here, Elise," he murmured, his voice a soothing presence in her ear. The weight of their shared experiences, the unspoken fears and hopes, found solace in that embrace.