LOGINRieta’s breath hitched as she pushed her way through the throng of guests. Her eyes swept sharply across the front pavilion, searching for the source of the commotion she had just been told about.Yet, there was no panic whatsoever. The area was quiet enough, enveloped in the faint strains of music drifting from inside.She came to a halt.There were only two guards in unfamiliar uniforms standing there, exchanging glances as if utterly baffled by why they were suddenly in that spot."Where is the fight?" Rieta asked, her breath still ragged.One of the guards replied awkwardly, "We... aren't fighting, Lady.""Then why was I told there was a disturbance here?"Both guards fell silent. One of them even hesitated, taking a half-step back as if just realizing they had been used as unwitting bait to fake an uproar."Apologies, but we were also informed that one of our juniors was being jumped. When we checked, there was nothing.""Are you certain?""Of course, Lady. We are already busy es
Suddenly, a male servant from the Adrienne residence approached Rieta with a panicked expression. "Pardon me, Lady! One of your guards is arguing with a guard from another noble family. Please break them up—he might listen to you as a fellow guard!"Rieta’s gaze sharpened. "What? Who?""A young guard! He seems to have lost his way and ended up getting into a brawl at the front pavilion!"Selen, she thought."Go, Rieta. Catch up with me together with him later," Roselyn said suddenly."But, Your Grace—""I’ll be fine. A servant from this residence can guide me."Reluctantly, Rieta nodded. "I will return as soon as I resolve this."Rieta rushed off toward the side pavilion.However, unbeknownst to Rieta, Selen was simultaneously trapped by a different trick. A knight of Sirius approached Selen outside and claimed that Carl had ordered an inspection of a suspicious carriage in the backyard."Tell your own knights," Selen refused loudly. "I am a knight of the North.""That's precisely why
Clang!“You’re going? Where?!”The tray in Rieta’s hands clattered to the floor the moment she heard the news—that Roselyn intended to return to the banquet, stepping right back into the midst of hungry tigers waiting for their prey.“Do you think I shouldn’t go?” Kaelus’s wife asked, her eyes filled with genuine curiosity.Yet, Rieta couldn’t bear to let the happiness on the young lady’s face fade away. With a gentle smile, she reached out, taking Roselyn’s hands in hers.“You can go wherever your heart desires, Your Grace.”“But Kael can’t join me right away. He might only be able to catch up halfway through the event.”“What is there to worry about? Selen, the Northern knights, and I will be guarding you.”A soft smile broke across Roselyn’s face. She nodded gently before lying back down on the sofa. Meanwhile, Rieta quickly gathered the fallen tray from the floor.Instead of heading to the kitchen, she made her way toward the guards' barracks. From a distance, she could see Selen
Three days after that chilling incident, Carl’s suspicions finally began to ease. He was walking toward his study when he crossed paths with Selen at a corridor intersection.The young man was wearing armor emblazoned with the crest of the Valthorne soldiers, carrying a rolled-up map and several patrol reports.There should have been nothing unusual about the sight, yet the eyes of Vogard’s son remained fixed on him.Sure enough, upon spotting Carl, Selen paused for a noticeable moment before bowing his head and stepping to the side of the hallway."Young Master," he greeted briefly.Carl passed him without replying. However, after walking only a few meters, he halted. His eyes narrowed as he muttered to himself.“Why did he freeze like that?”An ordinary young soldier would immediately step aside and offer a bow without hesitation the moment a noble walked by—not freeze for a second as if he had just seen a ghost.Carl turned around, watching Selen’s back as the youth slowly walked a
Carl stopped in the middle of the corridor, his humming abruptly cutting off.He turned back, staring up at the dark, upper-floor window of the main building. There was nothing there—only curtains swaying gently in the night breeze."Looks like someone was there," he muttered under his breath.He stood still for a few seconds, his eyes narrowing as he scanned each window one by one."You," he called softly.One of his knights, who had just finished disposing of the body in the cramped room earlier, hurried over. Faint bloodstains still marked his sleeves. "Yes, Young Master?""Earlier, when we dragged him into that room... who else knew where we were going?"
The shadow moved swiftly through the dark bushes at the edge of the garden, causing Selen and Roselyn to bolt upright from their chairs on the porch.Selen moved with sharp efficiency. Refleated from years of surviving on the streets, he instinctively leapt down and gave chase without a second thought."Selen, wait!" Roselyn cried out in panic.Roselyn tried to follow even though her steps were much slower. Her hands instinctively protected her abdomen—still flat, yet now feeling so fragile.Selen’s calls for the guard brought several Northern soldiers on night patrol rushing over from various corners of the garden."Over there! He’s running toward the back wall!" Selen shouted, pointing into the darkness.
"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
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
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







