LOGINAn invitation to an imperial palace gala was something anyone would normally celebrate. However, it brought no joy to the northern couple.
They merely skimmed through the letter before letting it fall carelessly onto the cold marble floor.
“Lady Vivianne’s funeral was only held yesterday. Even Baron Lexcan’s family has not arrived here yet,” Rosel
Twelve resignation letters sitting on Kaelus’s desk successfully silenced Valthorne Castle this morning.There was no bustling patter of servants' footsteps like usual, leaving only an unsettling stillness echoing through the corridors.“So they really left?” whispered a knight currently on patrol.“Shh, keep it down. I heard they won’t be able to work anywhere else again.”“Well… if it’s gone that far, I think the Master might have been a bit too harsh.”“Though he acts cold, the Master is actually soft-hearted. It’s just that he loses his rationality whenever it involves the Grand Duchess.”Rieta stoo
“Or perhaps you are the one who wants to stay away from me,” Roselyn remarked, without a hint of jest.That sentence, laced with utter honesty, was difficult to refute easily.Kaelus finally looked at the idol of his heart. There were faint dark circles beneath Roselyn’s eyes.“Are you alright, Rose? Your body needs rest, why are you up this early?”“I couldn't even sleep because I was waiting for you.”Kaelus flinched instantly. The surge of guilt for neglecting his wife all night swelled up within his chest once more.‘Damn it. I was supposed to take care of her and comfort her,’
"Twelve, Your Grace."Mrs. Hargrove, the head housekeeper, stood rigidly at the threshold of the study. Her hands tightly clutched a stack of papers against her chest, holding them like a shield against the oppressive atmosphere of the room.Kaelus did not look up from the document he was signing for even a second. "Twelve what?""Letters of resignation."The movement of the quill in Kaelus's fingers froze instantly.He slowly looked up, searching the old woman's face for any sign that this was a poorly timed, cruel joke. Yet there was none. Mrs. Hargrove's face was as pale as a shroud, her eyes averted, refusing to meet her master's gaze."Truthfully, many of the servants have been acting strange since yesterday, Your Grace. However, it was only last night that they began submitting these letters all at once.""Just leave them on the desk."The stack landed with a soft rustle, making Kaelus’s desk feel even more crowded and suffocating. Deep down, the Grand Duke understood perfectly
Roselyn stood lost in thought in the silent room, staring at her reflection in the mirror with a bone-deep weariness.She wasn't physically harmed. There were no bruises or deep wounds. It was the same face, her brown hair slightly disheveled, her gown still neatly in place. It was as if her own body refused to acknowledge the true extent of the damage she actually felt.'The clothes from Lancaster should be burned.'The words echoed once more, and Roselyn closed her eyes as a bitter ache stabbed deep into her chest. Two lifetimes lived, yet it was apparently not enough to make her resilient enough to blunt the pain of those judging glares—the ones demanding accountability for her purity.She stared blankly at the fireplace, ignoring the soft knocks on the
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The iron gates of the Valthorne mansion swung wide, welcoming the return of the Lord of the North. However, the chilling air that greeted them this time wasn't merely from the snow still clinging to the earth. Rather, the condition within the estate suddenly felt entirely foreign to Roselyn."Welcome back, Grand Duke, Grand Duchess."The head butler bowed deeply, greeting Kaelus and Roselyn as they stepped into the main hall. Yet, the silence that followed his words felt uncomfortably heavy. Unlike usual, the line of servants standing along the corridor kept their heads bowed so low, it was as if the marble floor beneath their feet was far more interesting than greeting the lady of the house."Grand Duke, there is a large stack of letters requiring your review. I shall bring them to you after you have rested," the head butler spoke again."Very well. Bring the urgent reports after dinner."Roselyn offered a faint smile toward the head butler. "Did any issues arise while we were away?
Bringing the crown of another kingdom was nothing short of a declaration of war.Cedric’s statement instantly stripped away whatever remaining warmth lingered in the banquet hall.
Eden’s footsteps echoed along the hallway, while the maid beside him was still sobbing. Her shoulders heaved up and down, shaken by the lingering terror that had nearly taken her breath away.In Eden’s
Vivianne was not taken back to her luxurious chambers in the main building of Castle Valthorne. Her steps were dragged toward a small, isolated pavilion at the furthest corner of the castle grounds—a place nearly forgotten by the other inhabitants.
On the balcony of the banquet hall, Roselyn stood gracefully beside the Pontifex. Her pink gown, adorned with crystal sequins, shimmered beautifully each time fireworks exploded across the Northern night sky.A genuine







