LOGINThe 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
The carriage moved slowly as it left the gates of the Sirius mansion, its wheels creaking faintly on the cobblestone road that was still damp from last night's rain.Roselyn sat upright inside the cabin, staring straight ahead without turning to look out the window even once. Anxiety slowly crept over her as the carriage traveled further away from the Sirius mansion.'Kaelus is so stubborn,' she thought, unaware that she was just as stubborn herself.However, deep down, Roselyn wondered whether the silver-haired figure would appear at the very last second to stop her from leaving."My Lady looks a bit pale," said Matthew, who sat across from her with a face that still held worry since last night."I am fine, Uncle.""The trip to the Capital takes two full days. Are you sure you do not want to rest first, My Lady?""It is fine, as long as we can get there quickly."Meanwhile, Countess Sirius, who sat beside Roselyn, occasionally cast attentive glances at her, even though her stepdaught
Kaelus stared at Roselyn with a look of utter disbelief, laced with profound disappointment.A suffocating silence suddenly crept between the husband and wife, completely ignoring the weeping Countess Sirius, who stood dazed, waiting for her daughter’s defense.“Countess, could you please wait outside? Roselyn needs a moment,” Kaelus said, his voice strained as he tried to maintain a calm composure despite the palpable tension.“Of course.”Roselyn could feel the heavy weight of her husband’s gaze. Every silent second felt like an invisible stone crushing her shoulders. Yet, her mind was set, and nothing could change it—not even the wounded expression on Kaelus’s face.The middle-aged woman stepped out. Meanwhile, Kaelus gently yet firmly pulled Roselyn by the arm toward the soundproof dressing room inside their bedchamber. Countess Sirius stole a few lingering glances at the couple before finally closing the door.Once they were alone, Kaelus locked his eyes onto his wife. Once again
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







