Upon hearing Miranda’s deduction, Reginald couldn’t help but marvel inwardly. He had always known she was remarkably intelligent, but he hadn’t expected her to grasp the crux of the matter in mere moments. He nodded.“I believe you’re right. That’s likely the case. My father questioned that decoy strategy over and over—he must have wanted to confirm exactly this.”“But there’s one thing you’ve misunderstood,” Reginald added, gently correcting her. As much as he wished Miranda could live a peaceful and joyful life, now that she was entangled in royal affairs, she had to tread carefully and plan thoroughly. “It wasn’t three birds with one stone—it was four. The captain of the palace guard had originally been a man recommended by the Frost family—my mother’s side, and thus loyal to Lady Liudmila and myself. The Queen Dowager seized the opportunity presented by the assassin’s incident to have him removed and replaced by someone from House Blackwell.”Realization dawned on Miranda, and a c
Reginald understood the King’s meaning at once.He nodded and said respectfully, “I understand.”Seeing that he had grasped the hint, the King said no more. “Giles, bring my decree and hand it to Miss Miranda. Miranda, when you speak to the Queen Dowager later, simply say that the palace guards at the gate noticed something unusual as you were leaving and quietly followed your carriage. Once outside the palace, the assassins killed the eunuch driving the carriage and were about to kill you when the guards intervened and saved you. Later, I sent someone to deliver this decree. As for the finer details, arrange them yourself. Reginald, escort Miss Miranda out of the palace.”Giles quickly retrieved a scroll from his sleeve and presented it to Miranda with both hands. She accepted it with a formal gesture. Seeing the King had nothing further to say, she and Reginald withdrew without delay.Once the courtyard was empty, with only the King and Giles remaining, the King’s face darkened, his
Reginald took the envelope, opened it, and upon reading its contents, his expression shifted slightly. After a moment, he turned to Miranda and said, “It’s a royal decree. In short, there has been an assassination attempt in the palace. The King order me to rescue you and bring you before His Majesty.”After a moment of contemplation, he added, “Just as you said, it may not be so simple. There must be more behind it. We mustn’t delay—I’ll take you to see the King at once!”He then instructed Harland and Hendrik to post guards and set off for the palace with Miranda.It was late, and with Miranda in tow, Reginald couldn’t enter through the main gates. Luckily, he was familiar with covert operations and often entered the palace in secret. He knew the patrol routes and how to avoid detection. Despite his injury and escorting Miranda, he moved swiftly.Sensing Miranda watching him, Reginald looked down and asked, “Miranda, what is it?”In the moonlight, her eyes were dark and clear, shimm
Just then, Hendrik entered with a timely delivery of medicinal broth.Once again, Reginald made a show of his injured arms—dropping the spoon several times with exaggerated difficulty—until Miranda, without a word, took the bowl and spoon from him and began feeding him, one careful spoonful at a time. Bathed in this gentle tenderness, Reginald found himself thinking that the injury had been well worth it. A pity, though—once the medicine was gone, he could no longer find an excuse to keep her by his side, let alone steal another tender moment. With no alternative, he gave up reluctantly.Once his wound was dressed, they finally had a moment to speak of the night’s events.“Lord Reginald, what was that place? And why were you there?” Miranda had far too many questions.Reginald raised a brow. “Take a guess.”Miranda frowned, then her eyes lit up. “Was that… the residence for foreign envoys?”Reginald looked momentarily startled. “How did you know?”“I noticed that those men in black beh
Seeing the man's bare back, Miranda knew she ought to feel shy.But in this moment, as her eyes fell on Reginald’s scarred and bloodied back, there was no room in her heart for bashfulness—only a deep, twisting pain. The wounds were raw and cruel, slashing across his skin one after another. These injuries should have been hers to bear, but he had taken them all in her place.In the chaos of battle, no one knew better than Miranda how often Reginald had used his body to shield her from deadly blows…Though it was clear he had feelings for her, and had saved her more than once, he never sought to use his kindness to win affection. He never confessed, never asked for thanks. He simply cared for her quietly, asking nothing in return. Something within Miranda’s hardened heart stirred—softened. And with that softness came a dull ache, as if sorrow and tenderness flooded in all at once.If only he had been less sincere, more calculating—at least then, she wouldn’t feel so helpless before his
Just as they were about to shake off the guards behind them, a new group suddenly appeared ahead. Leading them was a richly dressed middle-aged man who glared at Reginald and his companions, shouting, “Think you can leave after causing such chaos? It’s not that easy!” As he raised his hand to give the order to attack, his gaze suddenly fell upon Miranda standing behind Reginald. His eyes widened in shock, his expression twisting in disbelief as he pointed at her, exclaiming, “You—!”Taking advantage of his stunned state, Harland leapt forward like lightning and slashed through the legs of the man’s horse in one clean stroke. The middle-aged man tumbled to the ground. Harland pressed his blade to the man’s throat and dragged him back to their formation, saying coldly, “No one move, or I’ll kill him where he stands!”Seeing their leader taken hostage, the rest of the men hesitated, unwilling to risk his life.“Clear a path. Once we’ve left safely, we’ll release him,” Harland declared, h
Seeing the man's attire, the burly warrior beside him immediately realized that this must be one of their brothers who had gone to the palace to assassinate someone—now back and enraged, looking for a fight. But upon hearing the words "His Highness is dead," his heart was struck with unspeakable shock, his mind going blank for a moment.Stepping forward, he shielded Miranda and raised his sword to block the masked man’s saber.“Calm down! The commander said this woman might still be useful. Don’t go against his word!”But before his words had even finished, the situation changed in a flash.The masked man abruptly twisted his blade, slashing toward the burly warrior’s neck with lightning speed. The angle was vicious and sudden—nearly impossible to guard against.The burly man had assumed this was merely a furious comrade; it never occurred to him that he would suddenly turn his blade on him. Let alone defend himself—he was still in stunned disbelief even as the blade sliced across his
The man in black twisted Miranda's arm with one hand and held a dagger across her with the other. He jerked his chin toward Molly, signaling her to open the door. His grip on the dagger only tightened.Molly glanced worriedly at her miss before stepping forward to open the door.Standing outside was the regal and elegant Queen Dowager, flanked by Margaret and others—Selena stood nearby.The moment the door opened and the Queen Dowager saw Miranda being held hostage, her expression changed drastically. She shouted, “Who are you? How dare you seize a noble lady? Release her at once!”“Oh, how dearly the Queen Dowager treasures this Miss Croyso,” the man in black sneered. “Good. If Your Grace doesn’t want anything to happen to her, then cooperate and help us get out of the palace. With your seal, I don’t suppose it’ll be difficult? Once we’re somewhere safe, we’ll let her go. How about that?”“Your Grace, you mustn’t!” Margaret cried urgently. “These assassins are after His Majesty’s life
Hearing those words, Miranda finally let out a breath of relief.The fact that the King was willing to assign her tasks meant he had accepted her explanation.Of course, the King would not so easily trust her loyalty; she would still need to prove herself through her future actions. But at least, for someone like her—cornered by the Queen Mother with no way out—there was now a glimmer of hope ahead.As long as the King truly intended to oppose the Queen Mother, and as long as she could assist him in bringing her down, Miranda would be able to regain her freedom and no longer live under the Queen Mother's control."I understand. I will strictly follow Your Majesty's instructions," Miranda replied. "I used an excuse to leave earlier, and I cannot be away for too long. If there are no further orders, I shall take my leave."The King watched Miranda’s retreating figure in silence.Because of that familiar face, he couldn’t help but pay her a little more attention, though he did not show i