The scroll was wrapped in deep crimson silk like the shade of dried blood.Molton stepped forward two paces and held it out. His withered hands trembled slightly, but his gaze remained fixed directly on Kaelus.“His Imperial Majesty invites the Grand Duke and Grand Duchess to a private dinner banquet at the main hall of Hera Palace tomorrow evening,” Molton stated. His tone was flat—far too flat to be called calm.Kaelus did not reach for the scroll. His ruby eyes narrowed, scanning the royal butler as if skinning away every hidden motive behind his words.“A dinner banquet?” Roselyn interjected softly from her seat beside him. “While the Empress is ‘severely ill’ and kept in isolation?”“It is a banquet, Grand Duke,” Molton replied without fully turning toward her. “The Emperor wishes to clear up recent misunderstandings and ensure that our relationship with Valthorne remains intact.”“Do you feel our relationship has become problematic?”“…”“Never mind. Continue.”“There is one mor
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