Molly replied coldly, "I am the prince's wife. There's no question of blame between us. But if this matter is troubling him, I will take it seriously. Get a carriage ready. I'll leave right away."Seeing her willingness to go, Fiona didn't care how condescending Molly's tone was. Fiona hurried outside to call for the carriage.As soon as Molly stepped out, she spotted Carissa approaching with a large contingent of Capital Guards. At first, Molly didn't recognize Carissa, but after a moment of scrutiny, she identified her.Carissa was accompanied by Michael and a dozen guards, and she had made a grand entrance. Their show of force was deliberate, as they intended to interrogate several noblewomen and titled ladies. It was essential for Carissa to make a statement, to show that if she could confront Yuvan and his household with such authority, then the other noble families could expect nothing less in terms of respect.If she didn't create a similar spectacle for the other families
Carissa didn't seem angered by Stephanie's tone. Instead, she turned to the scribe, Kirk, and said flatly, "Note that Lady Stephanie appears impatient and unwilling to cooperate. This raises concerns of defiance against royal orders."Kirk opened his book, and Michael quickly prepared the ink."Understood, Commander Sinclair."Stephanie was taken aback, her cheeks flushing with indignation. "Carissa, don't say such nonsense! When have I ever defied orders?"Carissa remained unmoved in her seat and continued, "Also note that Lady Stephanie scolded me and has displayed an extremely poor attitude."Kirk's quill flew across the page. "Noted. It's been recorded."Stephanie walked over and saw that Kirk had indeed written down Carissa's words. In a fit of anger, she reached out to tear the page, but Michael swiftly blocked her with his sword. Then, he coldly said, "Note that Lady Stephanie attempted to destroy the testimony."Stephanie stumbled back two steps. She was caught off gua
When Carissa asked the question, no one answered. Whatever they said would be recorded. Disloyalty toward one's parents or elderly relatives was a grave sin. Even if they were not held accountable, it would not benefit their future prospects if word got out. In a noble family, who would want to marry a disloyal daughter?Among them, only Randall showed a hint of guilt, but he remained silent.Carissa glanced at them and said to Kirk, "Make a note of this—Lady Avis' children, as well as the concubine's children in the household, have nothing to say. I can't tell if they are ashamed or indifferent."Stephanie quickly replied, "How can you say that? How can we not have wanted to take care of our mom? The truth is our dad was unwell at the time, so we had to take care of him. Besides, we were still young and unmarried. It wouldn't have been appropriate for us to go to Verdant Monastery."A mocking glint flickered in Carissa's eyes."So, because your dad was ill, you all stayed in
After Fiona finished speaking, she suddenly covered her mouth for a moment, looking at Carissa in terror. "Did you just say that girl died three years after entering Harmony Palace? She had her fingers and toes chopped off? Heavens, how could that happen? What did she do wrong? I thought she came from a decent family and had good character, which is why I sent her to Grand Princess Eleanor. What could she have possibly done to deserve that?""She erred by being seen by you," Carissa said. "What?" Fiona's face registered shock and innocence. "I truly didn't expect this. I had good intentions. I thought the Marquis of Grovehill's family was a noble household. Even if the girl was just a concubine, it would be better than marrying a commoner."Carissa replied coldly, "Are you saying you didn't know she would end up staying at Harmony Palace instead of Grovehill Estate? That's quite the convenient excuse."Fiona hurriedly explained, "I really didn't know! After all, Lord Henry doesn
The Quinton family had navigated the political landscape for many years, and they were now in their prime. Malcolm had gained significant favor during the reign of King Sigmund. He prided himself on understanding the late king's intentions, yet he couldn't grasp the current king's mindset.He couldn't understand why Salvador would appoint Carissa as Mystic Army's commander. This position was critical. If the Hell Monarch and his people had treasonous intentions, the power that came with that role was considerable.Thus, he convened a family meeting, where he imposed strict measures and expressed his dissatisfaction with Carissa."Causing such a commotion will turn the noble families of the capital upside down. I fear it may lead to wrongful accusations. I never realized she was such an impatient and self-serving person. She made an example out of Prince Yuvan's household right off the bat—how can we expect her to show any mercy to the other families? It's simply absurd."Felix and
Now that Viola was pregnant, her thoughts were often clouded, and she was overly sensitive. When she heard about Barrett's promotion, she felt joy. But upon learning that Carissa was his superior, tears filled her eyes.She leaned against Barrett's arm, choking on her words. "I'm not jealous of her, but how can she possibly hold power over you? You discovered the evidence of Grand Princess Eleanor's treachery. If it weren't for you, the grand princess' ambitions might still be hidden from everyone."I just can't accept it! Why are you always overshadowed by her? When it comes to contributions and achievements, haven't you surpassed her? How could the king allow a woman to be the commander? To let a woman oversee the Mystic Army, along with the Crown Guard and the Royal Guard—it's absurd! The men have lost all their dignity!"Barrett listened to her choked voice and felt a twinge of irritation in his heart. He remembered the assassin who had faced him that night—he knew exactly who
A woman shouldn't strike her husband, especially not in the face. Such behavior was unacceptable in a prestigious household like the Warren family, no matter their current status, and even ordinary people wouldn't resort to that. In moments of anger, it was more acceptable to hit someone's shoulder or arm. After all, a woman's fists didn't pack much power. A slap to the face stripped a man of his dignity.There were servants outside. How could Barrett retain his dignity in the estate at this rate? Especially now that he had been promoted to the commander of the Crown Guard. That slap had knocked out whatever little joy remained in his heart.Viola bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes. Deep down, she knew she had crossed a line, but pride held her back from apologizing."Forget it. Just leave," Barrett said, suppressing his anger.He didn't want to argue anymore. He had suffered enough from their discord, and it drained him.After hitting him, Viola felt a twinge of guilt. Ho
Evelyn was no fool. She understood her daughter's character well. However, seeing Viola come home in tears, heavily pregnant, tugged at her heartstrings. After all, Viola hadn't caused any trouble recently, and the past was behind them. What mother could truly hold a grudge against her own child?So, when she heard Viola mention that Barrett was neglecting her, even being indifferent to her returning to her family during her pregnancy, Evelyn decided to send someone to call Zoey. She wanted to see how to help mend Viola and Barrett's relationship.By the time Zoey arrived, Luna was already seated in Evelyn's room."You're here, Zoey!" Luna stood up, secretly relieved.If Zoey was any later, she would have to find a way to escape.Zoey nodded in acknowledgment. "Hello, Mother.""You arrived just in time," Evelyn said, her expression serious as she sat in her seat.Next to her was Viola, whose tears had yet to dry. Given her pregnancy, she could only choke out a greeting to her
After a while, my cousin and her maid returned to find me. I asked the maid to hand thirty copper coins to Cassius. He smiled and thanked me kindly.I thought our meeting was just a chance encounter and I would never see him again. However, to my surprise, during Grandma's birthday celebration a month later, I saw him again.Our family was hosting a grand dinner, and Leonard Klein, a renowned scholar, had come with his apprentices. And there Cassius was, standing among them.In Ebonflow, the rules for social gatherings weren't as strict as in the capital, with women being allowed to be in the front hall during a banquet. Of course, Cassius didn't recognize me. After all, I had been wearing a veil when we first met, so he had only seen my eyes.He didn't stay long. After presenting Grandma with a beautiful painting, he quickly excused himself, saying he had business to attend to at home.Once he left, Mr. Klein spoke of him with a tone of regret, explaining, "He's a clever young man
Anyone who knew me, Liana Spencer, spoke of me with scorn. Even strangers who heard my story would spit on the ground and say I had no shame.Everyone knew that running away with a man was worse than theft or murder. It was a disgrace no family could easily bear.Many asked me the same question: Did I regret it?I never regretted marrying him, but I did carry guilt in my heart. Because of me, the Spencer family's name was dragged through the mud. My brothers, sisters, nieces, and nephews had a much harder time finding good matches because of my choices.As a daughter of the Spencer family, I lived in comfort from the moment I was born. I wore fine dresses, ate the best foods, and was showered with love. My parents doted on me, while my brothers spoiled me terribly.But there was something wrong with me.By the time I was fourteen, I still hadn't gotten my monthly courses. We consulted physician after physician, and I drank countless doses of bitter medicine, day and night. Yet, no
Snow fell softly in the dead of winter, blanketing Victory Pass in white. At that moment, the world seemed to have been made pure again.For years, I wore nothing but a tattered priest's robe. I carried a broken bowl and wandered from place to place, asking for food. I stopped only briefly at temples along the way to rest for a night or two and kneel before the statues to beg for forgiveness.I could have stayed at the first monastery I was sent to. Life there wasn't easy, but it wasn't so hard either. I had warm meals and shelter from the cold. But I knew if I stayed in comfort, I would never wash away my sins.Only by suffering, by staying on the road and bearing the cold, the hunger, the pain, could I find peace in my heart.And so, I came to Victory Pass.My sandals had long since fallen apart. Thick calluses had grown on my feet; I could walk barefoot over rocks and barely feel a thing. Even with every piece of clothing I owned layered over me, the winter cold still cut throug
It was during the Verdant Hunt that Connor fell out of favor with Dad, who scolded him harshly before we left the hunting grounds. Once we returned to the palace, Connor fell ill. Ryan and I were both terribly worried, but Mom was delighted.She held me close that evening, her smile sharper than usual. "After this, your father is sure to be tired of your brother."She told me I must work harder than ever, and to listen closely to the royal chancellor and my uncle."Study better than anyone. Earn their praise. And most importantly, outshine your brother," she said.My heart felt torn. Mom often spoke of the rewards that came with being crown prince, and I won't lie, I was tempted. However, those were all distant things.At the time, I was close to Connor, Ryan, and even our youngest brother, Cecil. We all got along so well. How could I possibly hate my older brother?Those thoughts tangled inside me, day after day. I lost focus. My studies slipped. I made mistakes during riding pra
Before I took the vows and entered the monastery, my name was Caden.From the time I was young, I often heard the same praise whispered around me: "This child is sharp beyond his years—clever, quick-witted, the finest of the three princes."I heard it so often that I came to believe it myself. At times, I even felt proud. But whenever I let that pride rise too high, Mom would bring me back to earth.She would look at me, her eyes soft but filled with something I couldn't quite name—pity, perhaps. And then, she would sigh and say, "What a pity you were born of my womb. If not, you might have risen above that foolish one. But fate favored him, not you."That "foolish one"—I knew well enough who she meant. I had heard her say it so many times in private, though never once in public.It puzzled me greatly as a child. Mom clearly disliked my eldest brother, Connor, more than anyone. Yet, whenever he came near, she would smile warmly and speak kindly. She would even flatter him, calling
Two childhood friends were now each giving their all on very different paths.Clarence had started with herbs, then medicine, and in time, healing became his entire world at Eldermere Keep. At first, it was merely something to pour his heart into, because he knew he would never be allowed to leave the mountain and open a medical hall of his own.But then Ryan came, and afterward, sent Clarence a letter.That letter changed everything.For the first time, Clarence began to hope that maybe, just maybe, he could go down the mountain after all. And once that hope took root, he threw himself into his studies with more energy than ever before. He barely slept, rarely left the apothecary, and sometimes forgot to eat.Because of the pain he had once endured, he focused his efforts on curing injuries and chronic pain. Of course, a good physician had to know more than one thing, so he studied every field without neglecting any.There was a fire inside him now. A quiet flame that had not bur
"Elise, must your mouth run on without end?" Carissa frowned at her daughter, who had been chattering away beside Ryan from the moment he stepped through the door.The little girl's face was flushed from the sun, her hair tangled into a messy nest that made it clear she had only just returned from playing outdoors. She hadn't stopped talking since Ryan came back from his travels, pestering him with questions about what he had seen and done.Elise turned to Carissa with wide eyes, looking up with a face so innocent it could soften stone. She truly had inherited the best features from both her parents."Mom, I haven't seen Ryan in such a long time. Every moment without him felt like an eternity. We've been apart for so long, so of course I have a lot to say to him."Carissa's frown deepened. "And who taught you to speak in such a ridiculous manner? An eternity—where did that come from?""Sage Isaac said it to Aunt Violet. He went back to Meadow Ridge for a few days and said it to her
Though Ryan had told Cecil he was going on a journey, he didn't stay long at Eldermere Keep. After just seven days, he left and made his way to the Pathfinders Guild.He had initially planned to return to the capital to seek out Claire, but soon reconsidered. Instead of troubling her, he thought it best to directly ask Winona to teach him the art of disguise.It was not difficult to learn, but to do it well—to the point where no one could tell—was another matter. Such skill could not be acquired in just a few months.The simpler form of disguise involved merely altering one's features with makeup and slight adjustments to the face. This was fine for ordinary situations, but could easily be seen through in more challenging circumstances, like on a rainy day for instance.Therefore, Ryan knew he couldn't settle for such a basic method.The more advanced form of disguise involved creating a mask as a false face. However, these masks had their own set of problems. They were thick, unco
That evening, Ryan and Clarence sat by candlelight and spoke quietly. They avoided discussing court politics as Clarence had no interest in such matters. As long as the kingdom was peaceful, that was enough for him.He was no longer the eldest prince of Starhaven, and only had himself to look after now. Everything else had faded into the past.It was better not to speak of politics; it was too sensitive a topic. In his younger years, Clarence hadn't understood why his "death" was so tied to such matters. But over the years, Sebastian had explained everything to him, bit by bit, including the risks and consequences.The bond between Clarence and Cecil was not without affection. However, to gamble with one's life and future for the sake of family might not be the wisest choice for any of them.Clarence had come to terms with it. Life had to go on; it was better to live it well today than to wonder about tomorrow."Aunt Carissa said you're no longer able to stand, but you were walking