Upon leaving the royal palace, Earl Croyso first visited the prison, ordering Ivan's immediate release. Afterward, he requested leave to return home. Unable to contain his joy, he practically flew through the garden, where he found Miranda nestled against Lady Langley, playfully seeking her affection. Without a second thought, he rushed over and, disregarding the fact that Miranda was already thirteen, lifted her by the waist and spun her around. Miranda let out a startled scream, causing him to finally stop. He laughed heartily and exclaimed, "It worked! It worked!"Instinctively shielding her head, Miranda shouted, "No messing with my hair! And don’t tap my forehead!""Little Miranda, your idea worked! You’ve done your father a great favor this time!" Earl Croyso could barely contain his delight, his face alight with joy. With Ivan’s talents and character, he was sure to become a pillar of the kingdom. Miranda had ensured the retention of a valuable asset for the nation! "Tell me, h
Lord Croyso shuddered in fear, instantly dropping to one knee as he exclaimed, "I was unaware of Your Majesty's arrival and failed to greet you properly. I beg Your Majesty's forgiveness!"This was the first time Ivan had laid eyes on the King, and for a moment, he was frozen in awe before he too knelt down."No matter! Your servant has committed no fault. It was my command that he should not disturb you," the King replied, his voice laced with evident good humor as he waved for Croyso to rise. He then took his seat at the head of the room. The King turned his gaze toward Ivan, observing him in silence for a moment before speaking. "You are Ivan, correct? I understand that you have a close relationship with the Governor of Thornborough, otherwise, he wouldn't have involved you in such underhanded dealings as embezzling military supplies." His tone was low, revealing nothing of the emotions behind it.The accusation was undeniable, leaving Ivan with no choice but to respond softly, "Ye
However, everyone’s attention was drawn to the teacup that slipped from the king’s hand; no one noticed the subtle change in his expression.Though the king was momentarily lost in thought, causing the teacup to shatter, his deep-seated composure and the iron will forged through years of discipline allowed him to swiftly regain his calm. Despite the torrent of emotions raging within, nearly overwhelming him in that brief moment of shock, he forcibly quelled the upheaval. His face remained serene, as if the lapse in composure was nothing more than a trivial incident. He raised his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips, and feigned light-heartedness as he spoke, “I accidentally touched the rim of the cup and got burned, breaking your fine teacup. Lord Croyso, I hope you won’t mind?”Earl Croyso, hearing this, showed no sign of suspicion. “Your Majesty jests!”“Well, since you’re so generous, I won’t trouble myself with replacing it!” the king repli
In the Kingdom of Valoria, there was a Privy Council, and all reports submitted to the king had to be reviewed by the council's scholars first. They would prioritize the most urgent matters, jotting down their opinions on small slips of paper and tucking them into the reports before passing them on to the king. While the final decision rested with the monarch, the scholars’ recommendations greatly influenced his judgment, making them powerful figures within the kingdom.Basil Fitzroy had served as the Chief Scholar of the Privy Council for over a decade, earning immense respect and authority.Especially now, with the imminent retirement of Prime Minister Lord Green, the position of Prime Minister was likely to be filled either by Lord Fitzroy or the venerable Lord Landon. By comparison, Fitzroy held the advantage in experience, governance, and the king’s favor. Should he be appointed as First Minister, his status would rise even further. Unfortunately, Fitzroy’s high moral standards an
Seeing June’s audacious attempt to strike her in public, Miranda's anger flared. She swiftly moved to block June’s hand and declared in a frosty tone, “Miss June, don’t do something you’ll regret later!”June arched an eyebrow defiantly, her gaze sharp. “And if I do? What will you do about it?”“This!” Miranda’s voice was as cold as ice. Without giving June a chance to respond, Miranda’s other hand flew out, landing a stinging slap across June’s face.Miranda, who typically avoided conflict and sought to maintain harmony, had reached her limit. June, having already secured everything she desired, was still provoking trouble. Miranda realized that no matter how much she accommodated, peace seemed unattainable. Therefore, she resolved to take a firm stand.The sharp "slap" resonated through the air, and a vivid red handprint began to bloom on miss June's pale cheek. The unexpected blow left June stunned, her eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at Miranda in shock.“You!” June, now vi
Lady Langley shot her a sharp glance and said, “Knowing you’re so quick-witted, can’t you spare me this time? No wonder you’ve been waiting here for me. If someone didn’t know better, they’d think we have a deep bond. But those who do know would understand that you’re probably just waiting for me to take out my frustration after your setback with Miss June! Am I right?”Once inside the manor, Selena saw her circle of friends, having parted ways with Miranda earlier. So, only Miranda, Lady Langley, Lady Fitzroy, and Lady Fitzroy’s daughter, Wensley, were present. The conversation naturally drew no attention from the others.“Oh, truly remarkable,” Lady Fitzroy said with a smile. “You’ve become quite the business tycoon, haven’t you? Your connections with the Croyso family have improved, and you now speak with such confidence, don’t you?” Before June left, she had been specifically advised not to cause trouble at the banquet, as the Queen’s family was keen to win over Lord Fitzroy. June
Lady Fitzroy greeted her guest with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Why, if it isn’t Lady Aylin!” she exclaimed with feigned warmth, stepping forward to welcome her.Following closely behind Lady Aylin was Rose, who, with her serene smile and graceful, poised demeanor, offered a perfect curtsy. Rose’s presence at such events was a rare occurrence, largely due to her mother’s habitual neglect, which often left her overlooked and sidelined from society’s gatherings.“There you are! I’ve been searching high and low for you,” Lady Aylin exclaimed, her voice a mix of relief and reprimand. “I didn’t expect to find you here, of all places! Now, stop quietly managing the servants' tasks here—come to the front and join everyone for a proper chat!” Lady Aylin exclaimed, grabbing Lady Fitzroy’s arm with enthusiasm, entirely ignoring Lady Langley and Miranda nearby—a breach of social etiquette. Lady Fitzroy remained composed, her smile unwavering despite the slight. “I was just here,
"Miranda, it's been so long since you last came to our house. Mother probably still remembers you as the little girl from years ago. She never imagined that little girl would grow up to be such a beautiful young lady. And I neither haven’t seen you since the last banquet. Where’s Selena? How’s her face? It was awfully red after she got hit last time!” Rose, who had been silent until now, suddenly stepped forward and affectionately took Miranda’s hand, acting every bit the close sister.But if you listen closely to her words, you’ll notice how she subtly distanced herself from her mother’s remark and casually shifted the topic, indirectly reminding Miranda of the incident when Selena was slapped. She indirectly and seemingly casually brought up Miranda's awkward past conflicts with her sister, leaving Miranda no time to continue the conversation from before. This clever change in conversation effectively steered away from the slightly awkward topic just now.Miranda's eyes narrowed slig
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