ログインAfter arranging for someone to keep watch over Snow, Aleron returned to the palace and resumed his duties as ruler of the kingdom.No matter where Snow went, once he had settled the affairs awaiting him at court, he would quietly follow after her.So long as she remained unaware of his presence, he considered it enough.Ciaran held Snow’s hand and found himself endlessly frustrated by the situation, yet there was little he could do.Though he was the finest assassin in the world, Aleron’s endless supply of guards and sentries made it nearly impossible to act without consequence.More importantly, if Snow discovered that he had spilled the blood of innocent people because of this matter, she would undoubtedly be displeased with him. Ciaran could endure many things, but he could not bear to see her upset.Thus, he could only pretend that he noticed nothing and remained faithfully by Snow’s side, guarding her as he always had.Five years passed in the blink of an eye, and Andrey gr
When Emmanuel saw Andrey, a gentle smile immediately softened his expression. He bent slightly and spoke to the child in a fond, soothing manner.It was a rather curious thing. Andrey seemed to take offense at only one person in particular: Aleron. Whenever the child caught sight of him, his little face would crumple, and he would begin to cry.In truth, Andrey had already shed tears several times throughout the day.Snow found herself growing increasingly frustrated and had begun considering whether it might be best to leave. “Ciaran, if they are so fond of this place, then let us leave it to them. “We can travel wherever we please and stay wherever we find ourselves comfortable.”“Very well. We shall do as you wish.” Ciaran had never been concerned with where he lived.To him, a place was merely a place. The only thing that gave it meaning was Snow. Wherever she was, that was his home.As expected, Ciaran did not waste time. Before long, their belongings had been packed, and
Before he could finish speaking, Ciaran had already struck Aleron across the face. His face was stormy. He was swift and agile. Even though Aleron had been trained in combat and had fought upon the battlefield before, he could not stand against the man who had earned the title of the world’s greatest assassin through countless deadly encounters.Every strike from Ciaran was precise and ruthless, aimed directly at Aleron’s vital points as though he intended to end his life then and there.An assassin had no concern for whether a method was considered honorable. Ambushes, concealed weapons, and unexpected attacks were all tools of their trade.However, Aleron was still the king. Countless guards immediately surged forward, surrounding him and shielding him as they launched one attack after another against Ciaran. Several poisoned blades flew toward Aleron, but a guard stepped forward and took them in his place.When they realized ordinary attacks were useless against Ciaran, the
After they had finished cleaning the tavern, they closed their doors early and returned home.However, when they reached their cottage, nestled beneath the flowering trees that scattered petals upon the ground, they found a man of imposing and noble bearing standing outside. He held a crying child in his arms. He tried to comfort the child, but his movements were stiff and awkward.The boy possessed an adorable little face, yet he continued to cry without pause.The moment Snow saw Aleron, all the warmth drained from her body. Her face turned pale, and she trembled uncontrollably.Why was he here? Why was he holding her son?Panic seized her heart. She wanted nothing more than to rush forward, snatch her child away, and flee.“Are you alright, Yvonne?” Ciaran remained calm. He supported her gently and, with the same composed expression he always wore, guided her toward their home.“Sir, would you please put our son down? He is crying because he is frightened of strangers.”Sn
Snow’s breath caught in her throat. Tears blurred her vision, and a tremor of fear ran through her. “Ciaran, I do not wish to return and suffer beneath his hand again.”Though three years had passed, the memories of the palace remained deeply engraved upon her heart, refusing to fade with time.After escaping the palace with Ciaran, they spent their days fleeing and concealing their identities. She changed her appearance countless times before they finally managed to leave the capital behind.Only then did Snow realize how frightened and lost she truly had been. Though she had been an unloved illegitimate daughter who had endured a difficult existence, she had never known what it meant to survive entirely on her own. Shortly after reaching adulthood, she had been sent to the palace to serve another man. She had suffered countless humiliations, yet she had never needed to worry about where her next meal would come from.She had gained her freedom, but she had nowhere to belong.
Three years passed in the blink of an eye.Snow had made a quiet life for herself, managing a small tavern near the borderlands.A broad-shouldered blacksmith with sun-browned skin tossed a handful of coins toward the waiter. “The usual. Three pints of your elderflower wine. My wife is rather fond of it.”The patrons gathered within the tavern were a cheerful sort and loved to converse.“Yvonne, is your guard of a husband still away? How long has it been now? Nearly a month, is it not? Why has he not returned? Surely he has not encountered any trouble?” said someone.“I have to say. You may not possess the most striking beauty, but you are still a woman who could easily find a respectable husband who could give you a good life. Your husband is hardly ever beside you. Are you certain you do not wish to remarry?” asked another.“That’s true. If something were to happen to him, you would have someone to rely upon instead of returning to an empty home, as you do now.”Though their w







