Lady Landon's face flushed red at the remark, but she couldn't retort—it would only confirm that she was the despicable person Lady Fitzroy was insinuating. She had assumed that since Miranda's birth mother had passed away and her stepmother didn’t favor her, no one would care about what she said. But unexpectedly…Seeing that even Prince Zachary didn’t speak up to defend Lady Landon, and Lord Reginald was smiling leisurely as if enjoying the spectacle, Fiona and Lila felt thoroughly humiliated. They silently blamed Lady Landon for stirring up trouble with her sharp tongue.The atmosphere in the room suddenly became awkward."Miss Miranda truly is delightful; no wonder even Lady Fitzroy is so protective of her," Lady Landon hurriedly tried to remedy the situation, realizing she had offended the crowd. She quickly added, "I must admit, I was remiss. I didn’t realize there were other gentlemen present here. How inappropriate of me."Her implication, however, was clear: the Croysos lacke
Inside the room, Lila cast a dissatisfied glance at Lady Landon, whose expression was awkward and at a loss. She had never expected that a single remark from her would drive both Prince Zachary and Lord Reginald away, leaving all her plans in ruins. While she was still in a daze, her maid suddenly approached and whispered a few words in her ear. Lady Landon’s face immediately lit up with joy.Lady Langley observed her and sneered, "Lady Landon must have pressing matters as well? "After being spoken to like this by Lady Langley several times, Lady Landon’s face flickered with a mix of shame and anger. However, prioritizing the bigger picture, she turned and nodded, asking, "This lady looks unfamiliar. May I ask how I should address you?"Lady Langley cast her a cool glance. "My surname is Langley."Lady Landon became even more perplexed. She had assumed this was a wife from a minor branch of the Croyso family, but the surname wasn’t even Croyso. As for Langley, she had never heard of
“Apologies, my lord Reginald, for offending your eyes with this blue dress!” Miranda shot him a glare. She had to admit that Lord Reginald was indeed strikingly handsome, almost too much so, but couldn’t he tone down the sharp remarks just a little? A woman’s love for beauty was only natural. She lowered her head gloomily, glancing at her blue dress. She rarely wore this color, but still—“Is it really... that bad?”Reginald froze for a moment before bursting into laughter. He quickly suppressed the sound to avoid being overheard, but he laughed so hard he doubled over.For some reason, the lingering gloom clouding his mind seemed to dissipate entirely at her words. His mood lightened instantly, and his smile, for once, carried genuine warmth and mirth rather than his usual faint smirk.Clearly, he had gotten the better of her again. Miranda shot him another furious look and turned away.After a long pause, a soft cough came from behind her, followed by Reginald’s uncharacteristically
Reginald's sudden interruption caused them to miss part of Lila’s words. All Miranda caught was Lady Landon letting out a long sigh and saying, “If it were anyone else, it wouldn’t matter. But you, my precious daughter, are the apple of my eye. Naturally, I’ll do everything in my power to secure a royal decree for you. However, Lord Reginald is not an option! A man of his caliber is coveted by countless noblewomen. Even the queen’s niece, Quintina, has adored him for years, yet Lord Reginald hasn’t relented. The queen, who dotes on Quintina as if she were her own daughter, doesn’t dare issue a marriage decree. So how could I? Besides, your father supports Prince Zachary. Our family is already tied to his cause. Zachary and Reginald don’t get along—how could you possibly marry Reginald without inviting criticism? Put those thoughts away and focus on not letting that Fiona girl outshine you. That’s what really matters.”
Reginald lowered his head slightly, looking at Miranda, whose head was bowed so low it seemed as if it might fall off. All he could see was the faint blush on her snow-white ears, a clear sign of her embarrassment. But situations like this were inherently awkward; the only thing to do was to pretend not to notice."My silly child, stop hesitating! Opportunities like this don't come twice!" Lady Landon coaxed earnestly. "Prince Zachary is the crown prince and will most likely become the next king. His future queen will hold the highest position in the land—nothing could be more prestigious. If Fiona snatches the position of consort, even if you manage to secure something later, at best, you'll only be a secret lover."Lady Landon sighed and continued in a nagging tone, "And think about it—do you really want Fiona lording it over you? Did you see that Miranda girl today? Smart, beautiful, and, most importantly, rumored to be someone Zachary personally petitioned the queen to marry. Even
Miranda snapped back to her senses. The situation wasn’t entirely hopeless. If she had remained completely unaware of this matter, once the queen issued her decree, there would be no way to change her fate. But now, with the queen’s decree yet to come and her knowledge of the situation, she still had room to maneuver. If she didn’t want to become Prince Zachary’s consort, she had to act fast. This had to be brought to her father and aunt immediately so they could devise a strategy together. Her instincts hadn’t failed her—thankfully, she had found out about this in time! Clutching her temples, Miranda desperately tried to calm herself, forcing her chaotic thoughts into order. After a moment, she raised her head and, still breathless, said, “Lord Reginald, I must return to my father at once. I doubt either he or my aunt knows about this.” She was confident neither her father nor her aunt had any intention of marrying her into the royal family. Her father, in particular, despised Pr
It took a while before Brandon slowly spoke, "Lord Reginald, I won't swear on Martha." As he said this, he suddenly realized something and looked ashamed. "Apologies, I truly misspoke earlier. I won't swear on Martha, but I also won't reveal anything. Please, Lord Reginald, trust me!" For the first time, he met Reginald's shadowy black eyes with a sincere expression.He genuinely felt remorseful. No one would swear on someone so important to them—it was indeed his mistake.Reginald scrutinized him for a long moment before finally speaking. "I hope you won't, because if you do, I'll make sure Martha dies a horrible death!"The two pairs of equally dark eyes locked onto each other, probing for sincerity and trustworthiness. After a long silence, Brandon let out a faint sigh of relief. "May I ask, Lord Reginald, what you need me to do?"***Miranda struggled to steady her emotions, but when she returned to the private room, her face was still a little pale. Everyone inside was startled a
At that moment, the person sent to gather information returned and reported, "My lord, it is the commander of the Imperial Guards leading the soldiers to surround this place."Everyone was shocked. Lord Croyso's expression turned grave. To alarm the Imperial Guards of the capital, the matter must be very serious. He hurriedly asked, "Did you find out what’s going on?"After hearing the report, everyone’s expressions drastically changed..."I overheard them saying they received a report that Lord Reginald was ambushed here. That’s why they rushed over, surrounded The Heavenly Lodge, and are searching for the assassin!" The guard from the royal household relayed the details he had gathered."Lord Reginald ambushed?" Lord Croyso furrowed his brows and fell silent.Miranda's heart also skipped a beat. When she had just parted ways with Reginald, he had been fine. How could he suddenly be attacked? Could it be that after they separated, he encountered another assassin? Or perhaps... Just a
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 lif
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
"Miranda?"The King, who had just risen to his feet, slowly sat back down, frowning slightly. After a moment, he said, "Let her come forward."Guided by Giles, Miranda approached gracefully and knelt in salute. "Greetings, Your Majesty."The King studied her closely, trying to guess her intentions. "You asked to see me. What is it you wish to say?""I..." Miranda hesitated, carefully choosing her words."Your Majesty's teachings remain engraved in my heart. Yet, in this world, eight or nine out of ten things do not go as one wishes," Miranda answered calmly, her head bowed. Slowly, she lifted her gaze and caught sight of a sheet of paper on the table. Daringly, she picked it up with a gentle motion. The King silently watched her actions."For a piece of paper," she said softly, "its greatest wish would be to remain pure and untouched — neither stained by ink nor creased by water. Yet once a hand reaches out and soaks it in ink or water, the paper has no strength to resist."She did no
That day, the King came to pay his respects at the Queen Dowager’s palace. The Queen Dowager ordered tea to be served.A young lady stepped forward, dressed in a gown of pale blue silk—the soft, mist-like color seemed steeped in delicate light, graceful and ethereal. Her hair ornaments matched in hue, adorned with teardrop-shaped tassels that swayed gently with her movements, catching the light like liquid glass. Her skin was fair as porcelain, her features fresh and luminous, like a lotus emerging from clear waters.Her simple attire, serene beauty, and quiet elegance gave the impression of a cool spring flowing through a sweltering day—soothing and refreshing.When the King saw that the one serving tea was Miranda, he paused. His gaze lingered briefly on her attire, on her calm expression, on the faint scent of perfume that wafted near. His eyes flickered with a shadowed gleam as he said with a faint smile, “I heard Miss Miranda fell ill shortly after entering the palace, and has be
Miranda was filled with doubts.Zachary had taken a liking to her and, without even asking her opinion, went straight to the Queen to request a royal marriage decree. The Queen Dowager fancied her and instantly ordered her into the palace as a companion. They were all powerful figures—so why was it that when Reginald liked her, he remained so silent? So composed? Why hadn’t she sensed even the slightest hint of his feelings?Even after hearing about her engagement to Sheffield, he simply vanished from her world. Aside from that one moment—when he stumbled into her chambers feverish and disoriented—he never once made a move. He didn’t even try to interfere with the betrothal between the Croyso family and Sheffield.Weren’t people like them always forceful and self-indulgent in love and power alike? And Reginald, with his flamboyant and unrestrained nature—why had he acted so differently?Her head throbbed. With a shake, she tried to banish the thoughts. There was a clear disparity in s
In that faintly charged, ambiguous atmosphere, Reginald’s ears suddenly twitched. He had caught the faint sound of footsteps approaching. His expression changed instantly. He gave Miranda a small nod, pulled up his hood, and with a light, soundless leap, landed on the windowsill. With one hand gripping the ledge, he gave a pull—and in the next breath, his figure vanished from sight.Miranda understood at once and quietly closed the window.***It was deep into the night. No stars, no moon—only utter darkness.Miranda lay upon soft pillows, her eyes shut tightly. Beads of sweat gathered on her pale, smooth forehead, soaking into her hairline. Her head moved slightly from side to side, as if trying to shake something off. Her sleep was uneasy.She dreamt of many things from the past.Foolishness from a previous life. The days in the Croyso household, sharing what felt like a mother-daughter bond with her stepmother. Hans’s sweet lies after she married with him—and her naïve, wholehearte
“Although His Majesty shows great respect and deference to the Queen Dowager, and her position in the palace seems untouchable,” Miranda said firmly, “if their relationship were truly as unshakable as it appears, then why would she need to use me as a pawn? That alone tells me—they don’t fully trust each other. I’m convinced there’s a rift between them.”Her eyes gleamed with quiet intelligence.“Besides, the Queen Dowager is from House Blackwell. So is the Queen. If Prince Zachary ascends the throne, the maternal family’s power will be overwhelming. Lord Reginald, tell me—could the King possibly feel at ease with that? Don’t you think he might also want to bring down the Queen Dowager and the Blackwell family?”If the answer to all of those questions was yes—then that was her opportunity.Especially when she recalled that moment at the Croyso estate—how the King, upon first seeing her, had lost his composure and shattered his teacup. Yet in the Queen Dowager’s hall, he had greeted he
“Miranda, what do you intend to do?” he asked cautiously, probing her thoughts.Miranda didn’t answer directly. Instead, she returned the question, “What do you think I should do, Lord Reginald?”“Just as you said, the Queen Dowager is ruthless and cunning. She doesn’t care if she destroys you in the process. So, Miranda, don’t confront her head-on. Evade her, pretend even, let her think she’s won—just don’t suffer for nothing!” That was the real reason Reginald had come today—to warn her. Earlier, he’d gone to the palace to attend council with the King and was granted leave to walk in the royal gardens afterwards. That gave him the opportunity to send Miranda a message, even now, to meet her here in person.Though he’d already passed along a warning through a young eunuch, he had still worried something might go wrong. That’s why he had been hiding near the gazebo all along, ready to intervene if needed.He had seen everything with his own eyes.In the end, it was Selena who suffered