LOGINThe next morning, the carriage bearing the Valthorne crest stood ready outside the inn before the sun had fully risen.
Rieta stood straight beside the carriage door, greeting Roselyn as she stepped out, her movements still a touch careful.
"How are you feeling, Grand Duchess?"
"Much better than yesterday, Rieta."
<"Do your hands want to be severed? How dare you lay a finger on our belongings."Kaelus Valthorne stood gracefully at the threshold of the wide-open chamber door. The silver-haired man leaned his frame against the doorframe, fixing Carl and his guards with a piercing, lethal glare.His outer cloak appeared faintly damp from the morning dew, yet it bore not a single stain of blood.Carl turned swiftly, staring at Kaelus with an expression of shock mixed with rising irritation. The arrival of the Northern Grand Duke instantly shattered every accusation he had intended to leverage."Where have you been, Grand Duke?""Must I report my whereabouts to someone whose status ranks beneath my own?"
A chilling dread prickled the nape of Roselyn’s neck as her eyes remained pinned to the aged sheet of paper resting upon the vanity table.The secret letter left by her late father—which should have been securely tucked within the folds of her nightgown—now lay completely exposed beneath the dim flicker of a candle.Roselyn’s steps faltered at the threshold, her breath catching as she scanned every inch of the silent master suite.She realized a new threat was lurking from behind the shadows of the Sirius estate.Matthew, standing directly behind her, instantly dropped into a guarded stance. The old man stepped past his niece with a dagger held quietly drawn in the air."Wait here, My Lady."
The sound of footsteps grew steadily closer, followed by the slow creak of the treasury door opening wider.Roselyn held her breath behind the massive chest, her fingers clutching tightly at Kaelus’s sleeve as he stood protectively in front of her."Ransack this place! Kill any rat attempting to skulk around!" Cedric’s voice resounded sharply, echoing across the vast room.Matthew had doused the lantern completely, leaving the space swallowed whole by absolute darkness.Yet, someone’s footsteps outside showed not a single moment of hesitation. The figure moved straight toward one specific corner of the vault, as if every turn of the room had been memorized by heart."There's someone else," whispered Matthew,
A stream of warm water washed over Roselyn’s shoulders. However, the aching bruises left by the rough grips from earlier that afternoon still stung her skin.She scrubbed her arm with soap repeatedly until the skin turned raw and red.'The blood is so hard to wash off,' she thought, continually attempting to scrape away the remaining dirt and lingering trauma clinging to her body.The mental image of masked hands dragging her to the wet earth tightened her chest every time she heard footsteps outside the door. Thus, she had deliberately locked herself inside the bathroom of the Sirius estate, refusing any assistance offered by the servants.However, the sound of the door sliding softly open made Roselyn flinch. Out of
"Lady Roselyn, wait for my signal!" Matthew lunged forward, leaping down from the carriage as he slashed his sword at a masked figure attempting to force his way inside.The clash of metal broke the chilly afternoon air, followed by the cries of the remaining Sirius guards falling one by one onto the muddy ground.Roselyn took a deep breath, her fingers tightening around the hilt of the dagger she had hidden beneath the folds of her dress before leaving the villa."Rose, what do we do?" Countess Sirius whispered, her voice trembling violently as she huddled deeper into the narrowing corner of the carriage cabin."Why ask me? This is what you get for trusting the Emperor." Roselyn stared straight at the cracking cabin door, taking a firm stance without a hint of hesitation.CRASH!An axe struck the exterior of the carriage. A second blow shattered the cabin door panel into splinters.A masked man holding a blood-stained sword stepped inside, reaching a rough hand out toward Roselyn."K
The towering spires of the Imperial Palace gleamed with a golden luster under the fierce midday sun. The grandeur of the white marble pillars and gold-plated ramparts felt as though they were suffocating Roselyn’s chest as her carriage passed through the main gates."We have arrived, My Lady," Matthew said, averting his gaze from the window as the carriage wheels slowed in the inner courtyard."Let us finish this as quickly as possible, Uncle.""Stay vigilant. You still have 'that item' with you, right?""Of course, I’ve had it with me since we left the villa."Her uncle smiled in relief, taking his niece’s hand to help her step down. Her feet hit the palace courtyard with grace.The imperial servants bowed deeply the moment Roselyn stepped out. She led her entourage down a long corridor filled with the fragrance of sandalwood and jasmine, walking under the sharp gazes of ancestral portraits lined along the walls.Two fully armored guards at the end of the hallway opened the doors. A
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
"Prove your love, Lady. Try serving me tonight."The voice was soft, yet it carried no melody—only the toll of a death knell.Roselyn remained motionless on the cold marble, letting her knees go numb. Her dignity as the sole daughter of Count Sirius had long been cast aside. All that remained was a







