MasukMarcelo pulled a folded document from the leather folder he had brought with him and placed it on the table. "Our visit concerns a trade proposal," he said. Seraphine leaned forward slightly, resting her elbow against the armrest of the chair as if the discussion were merely a pleasant pastime. "The Silvermist Pack is expanding our armory and ceremonial holdings," she explained smoothly. "We were hoping to secure a stable supply of gemstones from the Caelthorn mines."My gaze lowered briefly to the parchment Marcelo had set down. I already knew where this was going.Marcelo tapped the paper lightly. "We are requesting priority shipment rights," he said. "Specifically for moonstone and sapphire deposits from your western mines."My brows knit slightly. Priority rights meant something very specific in trade. It meant that Silvermist shipments would be fulfilled before any other buyers.Including the royal court. Including the military. Including long-standing merchant partners.I
It was strangely quiet inside the Caelthorn estate. It was the kind of quiet that only existed when the master of the house was away.Enoch had already returned to the military camp early this morning, leaving the estate far emptier than usual. Even now, the echoes of his footsteps from when he left still seemed to linger in the hallways.Before leaving, he had stopped by the dining room to give one final instruction. No—several instructions.I rested my chin against my hand as I stared down at the half-finished cup of tea on the table, remembering the way he had stood there earlier with his arms crossed."Eat your meals on time.""Do not skip them because you get busy.""And Euphyllia... do not do anything reckless."The last one had been delivered with a meaningful look.I quietly exhaled.Enoch had not mentioned the reason outright. He did not need to.The memory lingered between us like a shadow neither of us wished to drag back into the light.My fingers tapped lightly against t
It had been two years since I last dined alone with him. Two years since my death. Never in my wildest expectations did I think we could ever sit this close again. A quiet tug stirred in my chest, pulling memories to the surface despite my efforts to ignore them. Memories of the days when I had still been married to him. Those days... They had been the happiest moments of my life. Even the fragments of memories from my other past lives could not compare to them. For a brief moment, the room felt strangely smaller and quieter. It was as if the years between us had folded in on themselves.I lowered my gaze to the bowl in front of me while the spoon was resting on my lips, thinking deeply. I even gently tapped the back of the spoon on my lips.Across the desk, Lucretius watched me with that same steady gaze he always seemed to have whenever I was near."You are doing it again."I snapped back to reality. My brows knitted slightly as I raised my gaze to him. "Doing what?"His eyes l
"Check the seals again! Make sure nothing cracked open!"Charles supervised the process with visible panic as workers rushed to gather the scattered gemstones, crouching around the courtyard to carefully pick up the fallen pouches.While they were busy, the soldiers remained calm and collected, though a few of them had clearly noticed how quickly their general had moved.Lucretius, however, acted as if nothing unusual had happened. He bent slightly and picked up one of the gemstones that had rolled near his boot. It was a deep blue sapphire that glimmered in the sunlight.Without a word, he handed it to one of the workers before brushing the dust from his gloves. I tried to return my attention to the ledger in my hands. The problem was the warmth still lingering around my waist where he had held me. And my wolf was far too pleased, which was not good. This wasn't an issue on my part back in my past life. Or maybe it already did. It just that my wolf was always approved in him whil
The northern mine convoy waited in the trade house courtyard. Large iron-reinforced wagons stood lined in two neat rows, each marked with the Caelthorn crest. Heavy chests secured with steel locks rested inside them, filled with uncut gemstones fresh from the mines.Workers moved busily between the wagons. Some inspected the wheels and axles. Others double-checked the seals on the crates.Soldiers from the royal military stood positioned around the perimeter, their presence ensuring that no curious merchant or opportunistic thief came too close.The entire courtyard hummed with preparation. I walked slowly along the row of wagons, reviewing the inventory ledger in my hand while Charles explained the details beside me. "Three shipments from the northern shaft," he said, pointing toward the first wagon. "Mostly diamonds and moonstones this time. The deeper tunnel yielded quite a few high-grade crystals. I nodded, marking the note on the ledger. "And the second wagon?""Mixed gemstone
The Caelthorn Trade House had not changed much in three years.The same tall stone façade greeted me as the carriage came to a stop in front of the building. Its large arched windows reflected the morning sun, while the golden crest of House Caelthorn—an ornate crown surrounded by crystalline gemstones—hung proudly above the entrance.Yet stepping out of the carriage still felt strangely unfamiliar.Perhaps because the last time I arrived here, I had been Lady Euphyllia Caelthorn-Velmere.Now...I was simply Euphyllia Caelthorn again.A few merchants and clerks moving near the entrance immediately straightened when they noticed me. "Lady Euphyllia." "Good morning, my lady."I acknowledged them with a small nod before making my way inside. The familiar scent of polished wood, parchment, and gemstone dust greeted me as soon as I crossed the threshold. I could even hear the voices echoed through the large trading hall, merchants negotiated over shipment prices, clerks hurried between







