That morning, a silvery-gray light slowly filtered through the gaps in the bedroom curtains, bringing with it an icy chill that bit into Roselyn's skin the moment she opened her eyes. She stirred slightly, staring up at the unfamiliar stone ceiling. Her gaze then drifted down to her left hand. There, the deep ruby on the ring of the first Grand Duchess gleamed intensely, reflecting the dying embers of a candle that had almost burnt out. Its color was a profound, rich red, instantly reminding Roselyn of the pair of eyes that had looked at her the previous night with a sincerity that shook her to the core. Not long after, a maid walked in carrying a basin of water. "I am here to help you prepare, My Lady," she said curtly. Roselyn washed her face and sat on the edge of the bed while the maid began combing her hair. The treatment was rough. Roselyn winced a few times as her hair was snagged and pulled. Yet, she remained silent. She was far too accustomed to reading the hidden inte
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