Mag-log inIn the Northern Territory, dawn was still far from breaking through the suffocating darkness when Roselyn woke abruptly, her breath ragged. One hand clutched the damp bedsheet tightly while the other pressed against her trembling lips, fighting back a sudden wave of bitterness.
The air in the grand bedchamber felt unusually heavy, thick with the cold draft that leaked through the arched stone windows. Every shadow c
The silence of the private library in the castle's west wing felt far warmer than the corridor whipped by the snowy wind. Behind a cedar wood desk illuminated by the glow of candles, Roselyn sat gazing at the pages of a border territory map spread out before her. Yet, her focus frequently wavered.Her mind kept drifting back to the image of the empty bed and the suffocating pressure that had not fully evaporated from her chest.The sound of hushed footsteps broke the silence.Roselyn looked up and was slightly surprised to see Derrick walk in. The dark-haired man carried a small wooden tray bearing a porcelain cup that emitted a thin wispy vapor mixed with a sweet floral aroma unfamiliar to the North."Kaelus allowed me to walk freely through these halls," Derrick said, breaking the awkwardness as he stepped toward the desk. "And I took advantage of that freedom to cause a little chaos in your kitchen by making tea."Roselyn tilted her head slightly. "You ... brewed tea yourself?""D'
The piercing cold from the garden gradually faded as soon as Kaelus led Roselyn across the threshold of the castle’s main entrance.The family dining hall, usually quiet, was now illuminated by the warm glow of thick candles set into the stone walls. On the long, sturdy wooden table, several servants had served bowls of warm meat soup with gentle spice aromas, freshly baked wheat bread, and tender cuts of roast meat. There were no overpowering scents; everything was served specifically to whet Roselyn’s appetite, which had vanished earlier."Eat a little, Rose," Kaelus said as he pulled out a chair for his wife.Roselyn sat down slowly, keeping Kaelus's thick fur cloak draped around her shoulders. Although her throat still felt dry and painful from her tears in the garden, she forced herself to pick up a spoon. She knew that to avenge her child, her physical body could not break down."You should eat too, Kael.""Of course, Rose."Kaelus took a seat nearby. In quiet tranquility, the
A light snow fell endlessly from the grey Northern sky. The white granules landed softly upon the garden courtyard, blanketing the petals of the pink peonies that had just been covered by a fresh mound of damp earth.There, upon the cold stone bench, Roselyn sat alone. She sat motionless like a porcelain statue. The thin cotton dress she wore could not ward off the freezing air, and a pile of snow had begun to settle in her lap."Rieta, why did you leave your mistress alone?" From behind the corner of the wooden-latticed corridor, Kaelus stood frozen. His tired red eyes stared at his wife’s small back from a distance."Your Highness," replied Rieta, who had just stepped closer carrying a tray bearing a pot of warm herbal tea and a fur cloak. Her voice sounded anxious. "My Lady has refused to go inside for over
Crash!The heavy wooden door of the mediation room was shoved open roughly by Kaelus. Derrick, standing anxiously near the window, turned around instantly upon hearing the door bang open."Kaelus!" Derrick lunged forward two steps with a demanding expression, before Eden swiftly raised his iron-armored sleeve to block the Duke's path. "What on earth happened?! What happened to Rose?! I heard her screaming from here!"Kaelus raised his right hand slightly, making a silent gesture for Eden to lower his arm and step back. The Grand Duke's red eyes, now dim and ringed with dark circles, looked straight at Derrick without any intention of hiding anything further."Miscarriage," Kaelus said briefly. His voice sounded flat, yet heavy with suppressed grief. "We lost our baby."Those simple words struck Derrick like a devastating blow to his chest. The black-haired man's breath caught instantly, his eyes widening in disbelief as he stared at Kaelus's pale face. "What... what did you say? Misca
The scream of sheer desperation pierced through the thick stone walls, echoing faintly from the direction of the castle's main building.Its shrill, raspy sound carried a pain so profound, enough to make anyone's blood run cold instantly.Derrick, who had been standing near the window in the corner of the room since yesterday, stood up abruptly. His heavy footsteps paced rapidly toward the iron-barred window, his eyes glaring intensely at the towering wing of the Grand Duke's residence in the distance."That voice—" Derrick clenched his fists tightly until his knuckles turned pale, letting the veins on his arms strain. "That's Rose's voice, isn't it?! What did you do to her?!"Eden, standing tall behind the room's door—guarding from the inside—did not budge in the slightest.His face, carved like hard stone, showed no shift in expression. His eyes stared blankly straight at the front wall, ignoring the tension boiling inside the room.Derrick turned sharply, glaring at Valthorne's chi
The air inside the master bedroom was no longer pungent with the bitter smell of wound-cleansing medicine. In its place, thick white smoke drifted slowly from a bronze brazier in the corner of the room, spreading a soothing herbal aroma that burned quietly.It was an ancient anesthetic technique of the Northern physicians—a burnt mixture of calmweed roots used to dull pain receptors and force the patient's body into a deep sleep amidst severe bleeding.Kaelus burst inside, his breath coming in wild gasps. His usually steady steps stumbled abruptly as his vision pierced through the thin mist inside the room."Rose!""Your Excellency, please calm down! The Grand Duchess needs quiet.""How is her condition?""Please see for yourself, Your Excellency."On the bed, Roselyn lay as pale as a cracked porcelain statue. Her breathing was short and rapid, while cold sweat poured down, dampening her forehead and strands of her brown hair.However, Kaelus's red eyes did not stop there. His gaze fe
A stifling silence enveloped the balcony, broken only by the sound of Roselyn’s ragged, fractured breaths. Before her, Kaelus stood motionless, like an ice sculpture untouched by time.Roselyn lowered her head, trying to steady her racing heart. "Forgive me for forcing you to witness such a shamefu
Three days of confinement were enough for the bruises on Roselyn’s body to fade from a deep purple to a dull yellow. Thanks to the Elysium from her uncle, the wound on her forehead had dwindled to a thin red line.Vogard personally ensured that the mark was buried under layers of powder before drag
No one greeted Roselyn as she left the room. There was only a silence that felt like an insult, making her misery complete.A few servants were called to drag her away, but Roselyn brushed their hands off.Step by step, holding onto the wall, she walked down the corridor with every joint in her bod
Roselyn ran out without looking back. The night chill pierced her skin, shielded only by a thin gown, but it was nothing compared to the frantic hammering of her heart. It throbbed between anxiety and a strange sense of satisfaction for having just trampled on the Duke’s ego.The four-hour journey







