There were many things Rafael couldn't say, so he took his leave.Carissa pondered for a long time. Some things seemed to make sense now, but there were still parts she couldn't quite grasp.Lily noticed her distress and hesitated, wanting to approach her. However, Frederick stopped her. He shook his head at Lily and said, "Prepare some food for Lord Ryan. He's been practicing his writing for a long time, and must be tired."Lily glanced at Frederick, and sighed softly. "Alright."She turned and went to the kitchen, while Frederick, limping slightly, followed her. Once in the kitchen, he lowered his voice, "I know you want to talk to Lady Sinclair, but don't say anything now. Wait until after the wedding."Lily nodded. "I understand. I just saw she was troubled and acted on impulse. I know better than to act rashly."She sighed again. "I only learned today that Prince Rafael gave up his military power. When I think about everything that's happened, it's clear he did it for our
Most of the Sinclair family members were involved in business or had bought land to become landlords. How could they not understand the significance of Theodore's words?The rise or fall of one affected everyone. Even if the Duke of Northwatch's family didn't offer direct help, having a duke as a powerful ally meant that anyone looking to oppress them would have to think twice.Because of this, everyone listened carefully to Theodore. The Sinclair family had always been relatively united. After the near-catastrophic events that had almost wiped out the Duke of Northwatch's family, there was no room for jealousy among them.Theodore spoke at length, and Ryan took in every word. Previously, as a child, he had never been allowed to attend family meetings, let alone hear the patriarch speak about the responsibilities and legacy of their family. A sense of duty towards his family began to grow within him. He still wasn't sure what his role would be, but he knew he couldn't afford to
Sebastian nodded. "First, I wanted to update you on Lord Ryan's detoxification progress. After this period of treatment, I've just done a check-up and found that his condition is better than expected. The swelling in his throat has also decreased significantly.""Really?" Carissa felt a surge of joy. Although Rowan had informed her of the positive progress yesterday, hearing it directly from Sebastian was even more reassuring. "That's wonderful news. Rowan, you've worked so hard in this period. Thank you."Rowan smiled modestly, but acknowledged the compliment. He had indeed been putting in a lot of effort lately.Sebastian took a sip of coffee, and continued, "Secondly, as you mentioned earlier, now that his overall health is improving, it's time to address his leg. As I've mentioned before, treating the leg will require resetting the broken bone."Carissa's heart tightened. "I understand. It will be very painful.""Pain is inevitable," Sebastian said. "You need to prepare hi
After Sebastian left, Carissa first spoke with Ryan about his situation, allowing him to give his own input. Naturally, he wasn't expected to make the final decision, but having his opinion would make it easier for her to discuss things with the Klein family.Ryan nestled against Carissa as he listened and smiled. Then he began to write in her palm, one word at a time.[Actually, Rowan has already told me that the pain will be unbearable. When my leg was first broken, I felt like I might die from the pain.]Carissa asked him to rewrite it, since some words were unclear. After he completed the revision, she understood and asked, "So, you would prefer acupoint sealing for pain relief, correct?"Ryan shook his head, and continued writing. [But if there's a significant risk of ending up with a permanent limp, how can that be acceptable? When I grow up, I will need to be the patriarch of the family. How can someone with a limp lead the Duke of Northwatch's household?]He looked up at h
When they arrived at Ryan's room, Pearl came out to greet them.Ryan was lying in bed, waiting for the painkiller. He had made up his mind not to take any risks—he wanted to get better on his own.He saw that everyone had worried expressions. They wanted to comfort him, but Ryan gave them an encouraging and determined look instead. The sight of the young boy, only seven years old, trying to be strong in such a vulnerable moment made everyone's hearts ache even more. He was at an age when children were pampered and showered with affection.Just as Sebastian was about to begin the treatment, Rafael arrived.The Klein family members, knowing Rafael was Ryan's savior, had intended to express their gratitude. They didn't expect to see him here, and they hurried to pay their respects and offer their thanks.Rafael waved his hand dismissively, and smiled. "It was merely a matter of chance; no need for thanks. I am here today to accompany him through the treatment. Let's not discuss any
Sebastian was reflecting on the anguished cry Ryan had just let out. It seemed that the pain had quite an effect on Ryan's vocal cords, but for Sebastian, the sound was like music to his ears.Rowan was capable of performing tasks such as setting bones. However, Sebastian valued Ryan too much to leave it to anyone else. He preferred to handle it personally.To him, this was a skill deeply ingrained in his bones. He carefully felt along Ryan's leg, inch by inch, until he reached the misaligned section. With great precision, he adjusted the bone.Ryan was drenched in sweat from the pain, his body trembling uncontrollably. He gripped Rafael's wrist tightly, his nails digging in and drawing blood.The pain from setting the bone was excruciatingly real. The pain-relief medicine didn't seem to help much, and he felt as though the pain was radiating throughout his entire body, even though the injury was in his leg.Once the bone was set, Sebastian began applying the medicine. Two woode
Rafael watched Carissa's careful and quick movements. She lowered her head, and he could see her slightly curled, thick eyelashes trembling gently.A subtle emotion stirred in his heart—she rarely displayed such a gentle demeanor.Looking at the two layers of bandages wrapped around his hand, he couldn't help but chuckle. "Isn't it just a minor wound? It's nothing serious.""How is it nothing serious?" Carissa looked up with wide eyes. "If it's not treated properly, it could get infected. I've experienced it before. Look, let me show you my hand."She extended her hand, revealing a small scar on the back, about half the length of a finger. The scar was faint, just a trace of pink left behind. "It got infected back then. It was only after my master treated it with medicine that it healed, but it left a scar. Your hands are so beautiful. If they were scarred, it wouldn't look…well, as good."As she spoke, she suddenly remembered that when she had cleaned his wound earlier, his h
Carissa looked up, her lashes wet with tears. "In any case, I will always remember this kindness. No matter what you ask of me in the future, as long as it doesn't go against my conscience, I will do it for you."Rafael's expression turned serious. "I don't need you to do anything for me. If there's one thing I ask, it's that you live well. Live happily, live a life full of joy. That's how you can honor your family's spirits in heaven."Her heart trembled slightly, and a single tear slid down her cheeks. Her tearful eyes were filled with confusion. "Why are you so good to me?"Rafael felt his heart breaking at the sight of her like this. He recalled her fierce and determined figure on the battlefield, yet now, she was so delicate and vulnerable. He couldn't hide the tenderness in his eyes and had to turn his face away. "Why wouldn't I treat you well? You're my betrothed, after all. We're going to spend our lives together."Carissa should have been moved, but she had heard simil
During her investigation, Carissa learned a troubling piece of information from a young chamberlain. The caltrop Cecil had been playing with had indeed gone missing, and a palace maid had picked it up.The chamberlain had witnessed the moment the caltrop was picked up, and recognized the maid in question as Clara, who served Penelope, one of Salvador's concubines.It was clear to Carissa that Penelope had no reason to harm Connor. Her relationship with Grace and Sylvia was rather indifferent. Thus, Carissa formally petitioned Victoria for permission to conduct an inquiry within the harem and see if Clara was secretly loyal to someone else.As expected, Carissa uncovered that Clara had entered the palace years earlier as a low-ranking maid, assigned to laundry duty and forced to endure a hard life. She was from the same hometown as Lyra, one of Grace's trusted maids.Lyra helped Clara by making arrangements with the head maid, sending her to Penelope's residence to work as a cleaner
While Kylie was still fervently attempting to bring Cecil to Everspring Palace, Carissa arrived."I have long been waiting for you to ask me whether Prince Connor said anything before he passed, Your Majesty. Yet, you never did," she said, looking at the queen.Kylie sharply turned her head toward her, her expression filled with resistance. "There is no need to speak of it. He would have blamed me, for he was always angry with me.""On the contrary, he said that he loved you very much," Carissa replied.A bitter smile curled on Kylie's lips. She clearly didn't believe Carissa's words."He is gone. Why would you make up such things to make me sad?" she said.Carissa looked at the clear finger marks on Kylie's face and her swollen, red eyes. The pain of losing her son should have been a wound to the soul itself, yet here she was, scheming to bring Cecil to her side.Was it for revenge? Or was she trying to secure leverage, pushing Cecil to become the crown prince and crushing Grac
Victoria couldn't hold back her tears upon hearing those words. Connor was a dutiful child, and it was unfortunate that Kylie remained blind to that.Night had fully fallen by the time they set off.Kyle and Isaac, accompanied by Sebastian's apprentices, escorted them. The journey had been well-prepared by Rafael. The carriage wheels had been altered, and several layers of soft padding had been laid inside.Sebastian had also ensured that Connor's injuries were properly secured, wrapping him in several layers. Each layer was padded with cotton, both to keep him warm and to reduce the damage from the bumps during the journey.The bitter cold had driven everyone indoors, leaving the streets deserted. Snow fell in a steady, gentle stream, blanketing the cobblestones in a thin layer of frost. The carriage wheels crunched over the icy coating, the soft sound a contrast to the stillness of the night.Salvador watched for a long time, well past the point when the convoy had disappeared f
Connor had endured for three days, a feat that even Sebastian had not anticipated. Given the severity of his injuries, it was highly unlikely that he would survive past the second day, yet he defied expectations and lingered on.As had been mentioned earlier, his survival meant that the internal bleeding had ceased. Though the journey ahead wasn't ideal, it was their only option. They had to set out.Over the past three days, Victoria and Salvador had scarcely slept, remaining by Connor's side the entire time.Connor was only awake for brief moments. When he was, his face was pale from the excruciating pain, leaving him unable to speak. But when he opened his eyes and saw his grandmother and father, it seemed to give him the strength to keep going.He had no idea how much his determination had moved everyone. For three days, each time he woke, he endured the pain, only to drift back to sleep after the needle treatment. Asleep or awake, the only thing that filled his mind and dreams
Keith sighed. "Lady Sylvia, surely Prince Cecil must be allowed to speak for himself. Even if he is innocent, it should be him who says so.""There's no need for him to speak. What I say is the truth," Sylvia declared firmly.Her gaze shifted to Carissa, her eyes glinting with an icy, cutting hostility. "I know what you seek, Lady Carissa. You wish to satisfy your duty and claim merits. And since I have never treated you kindly, you will believe that Cecil and I are guilty, even when the evidence is not so clear. But I won't allow you to succeed. I won't allow you to harm my son. I will make my stand with my own life, if necessary."As soon as Sylvia finished speaking, she reached for the scissors on the table. With a swift, deliberate motion, she plunged it into her own throat.Carissa had already been on alert, but she didn't expect the concubine's actions to be so immediate and without any hesitation. By the time she reached Sylvia, the woman had already removed the scissors, an
By the time they arrived at Laurel Palace, the sky had darkened.Laurel Palace stood in an isolated corner of the palace district, separated from the Cold Palace by only a single wall. The bitter wind howled through the trees, its wailing like the cries of restless spirits.As Carissa led Victoria's head chamberlain, Keith, along the narrow path, she took note of the wild grass lining the way. Most of it was dry and brittle, with only the occasional pale green shoot clinging to life. Winter in the north was unforgiving. It allowed no sign of growth, just as the abandoned Cold Palace permitted no trace of hope.Ordinarily, Keith did not accompany Carissa on visits to the other residences. But this time, at Victoria's command, he had insisted on following her to Sylvia's chambers. Carissa understood the queen dowager's reasoning. Keith had served by her side the longest—if there was scheming afoot in the harem, none could decipher it better than he.It seemed Sylvia had been waiting
Grace seemed momentarily taken aback, her grip tightening on the handkerchief. "What is it, Your Grace? Do not hesitate to speak plainly.""Not long ago, the harem was abuzz with rumors. First, it was said that Lady Sylvia was responsible for Lady Jeanette's miscarriage. Then, the rumor shifted, claiming it was Queen Kylie. You've overseen the harem for so long, Lady Grace. You must have some idea of where these rumors originated and who might have spread them, yes?" Carissa asked.Caught off guard by the question, Grace's sorrowful expression stiffened for a moment as she exchanged a furtive glance with Lyra. But she quickly masked the slip and regained her composure."The palace has always been rife with gossip. There is no need to dwell on such matters. Perhaps you might focus on the investigation into Prince Connor's murder, Your Grace?" she replied."The queen dowager has ordered me to investigate thoroughly, starting from Lady Jeanette's miscarriage. So, while the case of Pri
Carissa paid a visit to Jeanette.Though the concubine did not explicitly say that Sylvia was responsible for the loss of her child, she did remark, "Those who commit wicked deeds will always face retribution. No one can escape it."The words seemed not only directed at Sylvia, but also at Kylie.As Carissa prepared to leave after questioning her, Jeanette suddenly spoke up, asking, "Your Grace, was it truly impossible to save Prince Connor?"Carissa assumed Jeanette's words were born of sympathy for Connor. But when she glanced at the concubine, she saw no trace of sorrow in her eyes, only a subtle glint of something resembling satisfaction.It was an emotion she clearly tried to conceal but could not, as though Jeanette had achieved a long-sought revenge. Carissa chose not to respond, instead turning on her heel to leave.Kylie had caused Jeanette's loss, so it was no surprise that she wouldn't wish for Connor's recovery.Carissa couldn't fault Jeanette for her feelings. How c
Kylie had always looked down on Grace.The latter's family lacked distinction, and her beauty could scarcely be considered remarkable. Her rise to the position of higher-ranked concubine seemed nothing more than the result of fortunate circumstances, particularly her giving birth to Caden.Kylie guessed that Grace also must be aware of her limited connections and support, which was why she had long exercised caution and humility. However, there were times when she could not resist harboring a few selfish thoughts. Yet, she dared not plot too aggressively.Such had been the case when Grace had sheltered Jeanette—likely in an attempt to solidify her position and strengthen her influence in the harem by using the other woman as a pawn. Despite Grace's attentions, Jeanette had remained ungrateful, resenting the way she constantly placed Caden in Salvador's presence.Grace always had a habit of making things harder for herself, which was why Kylie had never held her in much regard.Now