LOGINThe clang of bells rang out harshly beyond the walls, shattering the quiet of the corridor. Several Valthorne knights hurried toward the tower to investigate the source of the commotion.
Meanwhile, Kaelus stood rigid before the archive room. His fingers tapped against his forearm in a steady rhythm, waiting on the answer Rieta's late sister had left behind.
"I hope you h
Roselyn’s footsteps echoed softly down the long, sweeping corridor. The funeral had drawn to a close and the heavy rain was finally beginning to ease, yet the grand mansion felt colder than ever.The few servants who crossed paths with Roselyn and Kaelus quickly lowered their heads. They hurried their pace, seemingly desperate to avoid lingering nearby. Not a single soul dared to offer their condolences face-to-face."We can leave this place right now if you want, Rose.""Not yet, Kael. There are a few things I need to settle first."Their steps came to a halt right outside the late Count Vogard’s study. From within, the muffled sounds of a fierce argument between Carl and his mother leaked through the heavy wood."The will must be kept inside your father's desk drawer, Carl! Hurry up and find the key before that bastard tries to lay her hands on it!""Calm down, Mother. Roselyn won't be able to touch a single penny of our wealth as long as I am the one controlling this territory."R
The massive door shut with a soft thud, locking out all the noise from the corridor.Only the slow ticking of an old wall clock filled the silence, mingling with Vogard’s short, heavy breaths. Meanwhile, the candlelight on the small table flickered in the draft, casting long shadows across the man's pale face.Roselyn stood quietly by the bedside, looking down at her father. The figure who used to beat her until she blacked out was now reduced to lying there, completely frail."What is it that you want to talk about, Father, that makes you want to send everyone away?"Vogard did not answer right away. Instead, he moved his trembling fingers toward the chair near the bed. "Sit, Rose."Roselyn took slow steps forward and sat down, her eyes fixed on the gaunt face now being consumed by the aura of death.Vogard’s gaze seemed unfocused as it locked onto his daughter's face."You look so much like your mother.""I don't even remember her face.""Yes, you two are alike." Vogard forced a bit
The horse-drawn carriage came to a gentle, jolting stop in front of the Sirius residence. But no line of servants came out to welcome the arrival of the Northern ruler.The main gate opened slowly, leaving nothing but a barren silence and the cold stare of the castle's silent stone walls.A few servants could be seen peeking from the second-floor windows, but quickly vanished the moment they noticed someone glancing their way.Not a single one dared to come down to carry the Grand Duchess's own luggage.The elderly head servant stepped forward without the deference that should have been shown, then gave a stiff, cursory bow."Welcome, Your Grace.""Where are my brother and m
The 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.""Still have the headache?""No. This morning's air helped clear what was left of it."Roselyn gave a faint smile, stepping into the carriage compartment. Kaelus walked just behind her, making sure her heavy gown didn't catch on the carriage steps. He settled beside his wife, drawing his fur cloak closer to share its warmth."D
"Darling, you look pale," Kaelus said, gently rubbing Roselyn’s shoulder as she stood half-dazed, staring at the ocean from the ship's deck."I am fine, Kael.""At least lie down inside, Rose. The wind is very strong out here.""If I get cold, I will go in."Thick gray clouds hung low in the sky, carrying a dark foreboding that had taken root in Roselyn’s chest ever since she received the letter from Carl.The constant rocking of the waves caused the hull of the large wooden ship to sway up and down.Inside the steering room, Roselyn suddenly gripped the edge of the table as a wave of nausea surged from deep within her stomach.
Brak!The heavy impact shook the silence of the room. Kaelus slammed his palm onto the table, causing the teacup on top to rattle violently.A flash of rage was clearly visible in his eyes."What else does Count Sirius want from my wife?!" Kaelus growled.The lady-in-waiting holding the letter flinched. Both of her knees trembled violently, and her head dropped so low that her chin nearly touched her chest.The silver tray in her hands shook. She looked utterly terrified, as if the oppressive aura of the war god could claim her life at any second.Seeing the servant on the verge of tears, pity welled up in Roselyn’s heart.
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
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
"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







