I didn't expect Mr. Claude to once again ask Mrs. Murray to act as a matchmaker. And this time, he came with her in person. The gifts he brought with him covered an entire table. They weren't especially rare or costly, yet it was clear he had taken great care in choosing them.I knew his salary wasn't high, and I'd heard he had sold off his family's home and shop just to afford a modest house in the capital."Your Grace, I tried to talk him out of it many times, but he insisted. So, I've come with him, just once more. Here, speak with him yourself. If you truly have no intention of accepting, tell him so plainly. Be firm, so he will give up for good," said Mrs. Murray.I thought it best to speak plainly too. Perhaps then his face would stop appearing in my thoughts from time to time.With that, Mrs. Murray excused herself, saying she would stroll through the garden. She left us in the drawing room, alone save for the maids waiting quietly just outside the doors. I caught the looks
That brief ripple in my heart did not last. Life went on, steady and orderly, just as it always had.Some people were like a bit of sunlight in one's life. They brought a touch of warmth, but then the sun set, and they were gone.It wasn't until several months later that Cari came to see me. She said Samuel had made a report to the Royal Citadel, claiming someone had been following him. After looking into it, the officials discovered Mr. Claude had sent men to keep watch on him.Naturally, Cari went to speak with Mr. Claude, who admitted it. He said he was worried Samuel might cause me trouble again and only sent men to keep an eye on him for my sake.But from that conversation, Cari also learned a few other things.It turned out that before becoming the top scholar, Mr. Claude had once brought his mother to the capital, as he intended to sit for one of the previous rounds of the examinations. His mother had already been unwell, but her final wish was to see her son succeed. With
Samuel no longer dared to show his face. On the other hand, Mr. Claude began appearing before me rather often.Several times, he brought his servant and stopped by the shop set up to sell the embroidery made by the ladies at our workshop. Over the past few years, we had built up a fine list of noble ladies and officials' wives as regular customers. I would occasionally visit to play hostess.Truth be told, the embroidery had no trouble selling. After all, in the entire capital, few could rival Ms. Moore's needlework. It was only when dealing with wealthy clients that the prices were higher.Now that the court permitted women to register as heads of their own households, many of the ladies were eager to earn enough money to purchase a small house of their own and live comfortably.As I held the title of duchess and was cousin to the regent's princess consort, the ladies of noble families were more than willing to befriend me.At first, Mr. Claude only passed by the shop with his se
I looked up to see Lucien Claude standing there. Without a word, he stepped quickly between Samuel and me. With his back to me, I couldn't see his expression.However, his voice was firm and sharp when he instructed, "Step back."Samuel clearly hadn't expected that.He stumbled back and eyed Lucien coldly. "Who are you? I'm here for my wife. What business is it of yours?"Samuel calling me his wife made my stomach turn. The past rushed back all at once, filling me with bitterness and anger."I have no husband. I am no one's wife. Mind your words, or you'll ruin my reputation," I said coldly.Samuel hurried to speak: "Leona, I know I was wrong. Punish me, scold me, whatever you like, but we—""You are not husband and wife," Lucien cut him off, having clearly seen my position on the matter.He waved a hand toward the end of the lane. "Guards, come and see the young lord of the Earl of Gracehold's family back to his home."At once, two men stepped forward and took Samuel by each
My parents, Harvey and Heather, had truly fallen. Not even in my wildest dreams had I imagined that my timid and cautious father would one day take part in treason.My father and elder brother were executed, while my mother was imprisoned. I wasn't implicated in the scandal, as the whole capital knew they had long since severed ties with me.I used to swear that if they ever came to ruin, I wouldn't lift a finger to help them. But blood ties weren't so easily broken. Even if I couldn't forgive them in my heart, the pain was still there. I couldn't eat or sleep in peace.I went to Cari and pleaded to be allowed to send in some food and clothing at the right time. When my mother saw me, she wept bitterly and begged me to help her escape. I still couldn't break the habit of crying too easily, but my heart had hardened."When I was miserably trapped in the Langley family's mess, I begged you for help. You told me even a muddy pit has air to breathe, and that I ought to stay where I was
Before my separation, I, Leona Sanford, used to lead a life that was nothing but a joke.Since I was young, my parents taught me to keep a low profile, never seek attention, stay out of other people's business, and guard my reputation carefully. I was never to invite trouble upon myself.Everyone said my parents were generous, modest, and noble in character.I believed it was true.After all, my father was a dignified prince, while my mother came from the noble Sullivan family. Even with such high ranks, they never troubled others or lost their temper. Even when treated unfairly, they simply smiled and bore it.But as I grew older and learned to see things clearly, I realized the people's so-called praise was really mockery. To them, my parents were cowards.The frightening part was that I had grown up with such teachings, never even realizing how timid I had become. I had mistaken my own weakness for gentleness, and that mistake stayed with me even after I married Samuel.I tho