Reginald: I haven’t even touched her! How dare you lay a hand on my girl? You must be tired of living!
Miranda weakly waved her hand, taking in deep breaths of fresh air, hoping to dispel the strong scent of blood in her nose.Reginald was about to speak when he suddenly noticed Miranda's delicate hands were covered with large scratches, mixed with dirt and grass, making her look quite pitiful. His expression immediately changed as he grabbed her hand to examine it. Then, upon looking closer, he saw several scratches on her face, and her clothes around her knees appeared torn, revealing numerous bruises and scrapes. Seeing these obvious injuries, Reginald's face grew darker and darker. "What happened?""Huh?" Miranda looked back in confusion. Following his gaze to her own injuries, she said, "I tripped."Before she finished speaking, Miranda suddenly remembered Molly, who had gotten separated from her. Thinking back to what she had just gone through, she realized that the men in black must have caught up.Miranda dared not dwell on the thought any further.Her sudden anxiety surprised R
The underlying meaning was clear: you want me to save someone? Sure! Just entertain me, and I'll go rescue them!Miranda frowned slightly, staring at Reginald’s devilishly handsome face, feeling even more agitated. She had urgent matters to deal with, and she herself couldn’t even manage to be in a good mood—how was she supposed to amuse him? Moreover, this man had a strange, unpredictable nature, and figuring out what would please him was as hard as making the sun rise in the west. On top of that, who refuses to save lives for such a reason? It was obviously just an excuse!She had the distinct feeling that Reginald was once again toying with her, using this situation for his own amusement.“Reginald, if you want to make fun of me, can we do that after you’ve saved everyone? You can tease me all you want, and I won’t get mad, okay?” Miranda, suppressing her irritation, tried to calm her tone, forcing herself to remain composed. “But right now, I—” she stammered, her frustration mount
Miranda was in a state of anxiety, but she had no choice but to suppress her emotions and think of ways to amuse Reginald. Yet, as time passed, Reginald maintained his lazy, ambiguous smile, showing no trace of any real emotion. Miranda began to suspect that the Duke Reginald had no intention of saving people at all and was merely toying with her. However, she couldn’t think of any other solutions and grew increasingly agitated.Reginald’s eyes twinkled with amusement as he watched Miranda’s growing frustration.“Duke Reginald,” Miranda suddenly stopped, biting her lip before speaking again after a long pause. “I need a straight answer from you. Do you intend to help, or not? If we delay any longer, it might be too late. If you don't want to help, just say it.”Reginald looked at her, his smile unchanging. "What do you think?"“…” He’s definitely toying with me! Miranda sprang to her feet. “In that case, I'll figure something out on my own!”Just as she turned to leave, she suddenly h
A tall figure rushed in from outside, clad in a dark green clothes. His delicate face was full of anxiety and worry. Only after seeing Martha standing unharmed next to Miranda did he finally let out a long sigh of relief. He rushed over, looking Martha up and down, repeatedly asking, "Martha, are you alright? You nearly scared me to death!" Normally calm and composed, he only showed such anxiety when it came to Martha.Seeing him, Martha's face lit up with a genuine smile. She walked over, took his hand, and shook her head. "I'm fine. Thanks to Miranda. Their guards arrived just in time and saved me. Also, Miranda was very clever. She hid me behind the fireplace in the main hall and carefully arranged everything. Nina and I were behind it, hearing people come and go, but no one discovered me.""Miranda? Could it be Miranda from the Croyso family?" The man in green guessed, his eyes sweeping the crowd. Sure enough, he saw that familiar face he had once met. Holding Martha’s hand, he le
"Miss Miranda, you don't need to be so formal," Zachary lightly gestured for her to rise, his smile becoming even softer.Miranda responded with a faint, polite smile, her expression carefully controlled. If she was frustrated by Reginald's unpredictable temper and fondness for teasing her, she found Zachary’s commanding demeanor—disguised under a veneer of elegance—downright repulsive. His polite demeanor often felt forced, and there was something about the way he looked at her that she deeply disliked. However, as much as she disliked his attitude, there was little she could do. After all, Zachary was still a prince. No matter how much she might loathe his behavior, she had to maintain her composure and mask her true feelings behind a facade of polite detachment. She could not afford to let her disdain show.Zachary, however, remained oblivious. With a trace of concern, he said, "Earlier, I saw Duke Reginald storming away from your quarters. He wasn't causing you trouble, was he?"Mi
Zachary’s heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Miranda had feelings for Reginald? The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Although Reginald’s status was slightly lower than his, he was still a duke, and his striking looks made him easily appealing to women. Moreover, he had just played the hero by saving Miranda from a terrifying chase. It wouldn’t be surprising if she developed feelings for him because of that.At this thought, a wave of irritation surged in his chest—not just toward Miranda, but toward Reginald as well.After a moment of reflection, Zachary didn’t express his anger. Instead, he softened his expression and smiled slightly, saying, “Miss Miranda, there are some things I ordinarily wouldn’t mention, especially since Duke Reginald is your savior. However, I’m truly concerned that you might not know his true nature and could be deceived by him, so I must speak up. Duke Reginald is widely known for his erratic and frivolous behavior. Beyond that, he’s a
“Your Highness Zachary, isn't it unbecoming of a gentleman to speak ill of others behind their backs?” Reginald gracefully leapt down from the large windowsill above the corridor, his black coat tracing an elegant arc through the air. As he landed, moonlight bathed his striking features, giving him an almost sinister allure. “Young Master Brandon and Miss Martha are already seated in the main hall, discussing tonight's attack. It seems they've made some headway. Aren't you going to listen in?”Zachary froze for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden interruption. But quickly recovering his composure, he turned to Miranda, offering her a respectful bow, his hands clasped in a formal gesture. “In that case, we shall meet in the hall shortly.”With that, he turned on his heel and hurried away without another word, leaving Miranda and Reginald alone in the dimly lit corridor.“Miranda, I had no idea you were so intrigued by my private matters. Since you're curious, why not ask me direct
In the grand and spacious hall, thick candles, as wide as an arm, were lit, illuminating the entire room in bright light. Occasionally, someone would enter, bringing with them the night breeze from outside, causing the candle flames to flicker and dance. The hall alternated between brightness and shadows, casting an unreadable expression on the faces of those inside.When Reginald entered, the flames flickered even more violently.A stunningly beautiful smile graced Reginald's face as he glanced around, his captivating eyes shimmering. Yet, seeing this dangerously charming smile, the hidden guard, Hendrik, subtly stepped back, concealing himself. Those familiar with Duke Reginald knew well: the more beautifully and wickedly he smiled, the more intense his anger was. It also meant that someone would soon pay the price as a release for his fury.He had no desire to be the one to stand out.But who had managed to provoke Duke Reginald to this degree?Just as he pondered this, light foots
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