Zachary was inwardly anxious but maintained a calm façade as he said, "Lord Reginald, you misunderstand. I have always despised traitors, so when you mentioned a spy among my people, I couldn't help but react. But I assure you, this assassination attempt has nothing to do with me."This time, Reginald merely smiled slightly without further argument, turning his gaze toward Brandon with an amused look.Brandon was deep in thought, his expression shifting subtly. After a long pause, he finally composed himself, cupped his hands, and said, "Duke Reginald, you must be joking. His Highness Zachary is known for his generosity and noble character. I have long shared a close relationship with him, and I trust that he would never act in such a way."Hearing this, Zachary let out a quiet sigh of relief."Oh?" Reginald looked at him with a faint smile. "Perhaps in the past, no. After all, he has benefited greatly from your support each year. But things are different now. Lord Ivan has been dispa
The two nobles were using Martha as a pawn in their power struggle, clearly aware that she was Brandon's weak spot. If he upset either one of them, Martha would be in grave danger.His Highness Zachary’s request for money was urgent, and Brandon couldn’t refuse it; otherwise, Zachary wouldn’t spare Martha.As for Duke Reginald’s request for funds, Brandon absolutely couldn’t agree to it in front of Zachary. Doing so would be like playing both sides, making each party push him harder. Neither would protect him; instead, they’d both exploit him. Therefore, he had to refuse Reginald outright. However, Reginald was unpredictable—though his words might seem casual, there was no telling whether he would truly threaten Martha. Brandon needed to find a way to smooth things over privately. The problem was that Reginald's unpredictable nature even made him difficult for the king to handle. Who could possibly persuade him not to cause trouble for Martha?Brandon pondered nervously and suddenly r
Zachary, unaware of the finer details, thought Brandon was just giving tips on how to care for Martha because of her health. He nodded at Miranda and left with a smile. Brandon gently stroked Martha’s hair and said, “You must be tired. Go rest early. I need to speak with Miss Miranda.”Martha, the most innocent in the hall, was the only one who didn’t notice the tense talks. She had no idea about the trouble she had caused. Though she didn’t want to leave, she nodded and obeyed.Soon, only Brandon and Miranda were left. Brandon sighed and spoke directly, “Miss Miranda, I think you heard the earlier talk. Martha is in danger, and I need your help. Could you speak to Duke Reginald for her?”Miranda hesitated. She wasn’t Martha, and the tense talks earlier had not escaped her. She liked Martha’s kind and gentle nature and didn’t want her caught in the crossfire. But—“Mr. Brandon, I want to help, but I’ve only met the Duke a few times. I doubt I can sway him.”Reginald was driven by whims
As Miranda and her companions approached the door to the northern room, they found a shadow guard waiting there. He bowed respectfully and said, "Miss Miranda, the lord is waiting for you on the balcony. Only one may go. The rest, please wait here.""Thank you for letting me know." Miranda smiled and nodded in acknowledgment.After reaching the balcony, the guard opened the door for her to enter and then closed it behind her.Knowing she would once again face the unpredictable Duke Reginald alone, Miranda couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy. She took a deep breath and stepped forward.Reginald sat casually on the balcony railing, his handsome features glowing in the moonlight. "Miranda, you're not here to thank me. Let me guess—Brandon wants you to plead for him and Martha, offering concessions or maybe a threat if I push too hard. Am I right?""…" Before Miranda could speak, he had guessed everything!Momentarily speechless, Miranda didn’t know how to respond.Seeing her stunned expr
Noticing that Miranda was still trembling slightly, Reginald felt his heart soften further and said gently, "Alright, it’s my fault. I’m used to high places. Let me help you down, okay?"So, even this fierce little kitten has her moments of trembling fear.Right now, Miranda looked like a curled-up ball of fluff, adorably soft.Reginald helped her down from the balcony railing, and the two sat on the ground. "There, sitting here, you won’t slip. Don’t be afraid, it’s fine, okay?"With her legs still a bit shaky, Miranda finally breathed a small sigh of relief after sitting down.She had a secret no one knew—she was afraid of heights. Whenever she found herself in high places, she was fine as long as she focused on the surroundings. But the moment she looked down and realized how far from the ground she was, dizziness and vertigo would set in, making her feel like she could fall at any moment.Once she had settled, Miranda became aware of how close she was sitting to Reginald and quick
“Lord Reginald, I dare not interfere in the conflict between you and Prince Zachary, but no matter the storm, it should remain a matter between men. Martha, on the other hand, is frail and utterly naive. She has nothing to do with your dispute. Please, Lord Reginald, can you spare her?"Hearing her plea for Martha, Reginald thought he should be angry, but perhaps he was in too good a mood to feel that way. He kept smiling and replied, "If you truly care about Martha, you shouldn't be pleading with me. You should be advising Brandon to find a way to distance himself from Zachary. Zachary's greed knows no bounds, and he won’t be content with just forty percent. He’ll keep pushing until Brandon can't meet his demands, and when that happens, Martha will be in danger all the same. You've seen tonight how ruthless Zachary can be.""Young Master Brandon understands that too. He said he would speak with Prince Zachary, but he hopes you can give him some time to maneuver and refrain from targe
Suddenly, Reginald's gaze sharpened as he stared into the distance, muttering, "Strange... What is she doing here in the middle of the night?""Do you know her?" Miranda cautiously stood up, following his gaze. In the faint moonlight, she could only make out a shadowy figure walking up the mountain path toward the estate. It was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman, yet Reginald seemed to recognize them.Reginald nodded absentmindedly, still focused on the distance. "It seems to be Lady Liudmila's personal maid."Lady Liudmila? Miranda frowned slightly. Shouldn't he be calling her 'Mother'? Her heart skipped a beat, and she vaguely guessed what was going on. However, palace intrigues were dangerous—knowing too much could put her in jeopardy. So, she pretended not to notice anything and said casually, "So, it's Lady Liudmila's maid?"Reginald, unaware of his slip of the tongue, nodded again. "Indeed."As they watched the maid enter the estate and head toward a secluded co
“Lord Reginald, are you alright?” Miranda couldn’t help but ask.Reginald shook his head, turned toward the side room, then suddenly stopped as if remembering something. He turned back to stare at Miranda, speaking gravely, “What we saw tonight, and what you overheard earlier—don’t mention it to anyone. Not a single soul, understand?”Miranda nodded. “I understand.”When she returned upstairs, Molly and the others were still waiting for her. Seeing her return safely, looking no different than before, they finally relaxed. As the night deepened, Molly fetched a cloak, draped it over Miranda’s shoulders, tied the ribbon, and said, “Miss, it’s late. You should retire and rest early.”Miranda nodded.Back in her room, Miranda lay on the bed, replaying the evening’s events in her mind, her thoughts filled with questions. If Lady Liudmila had come to pray for Reginald, his expression shouldn’t have been like that. It seemed likely that there was another person involved. When Reginald spoke
Reginald’s expression remained calm and composed, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “Miss Quintina, don’t celebrate too soon. I may have won the race, but your cousin lost. Aren’t you worried this might upset him?” Though he knew full well that Zachary would be irritated by the loss, feeling bested, Reginald couldn’t resist repeatedly emphasizing the defeat.Standing nearby, Zachary ground his teeth in frustration but restrained himself from reacting in such a public setting.“My cousin isn’t that petty!” Quintina’s cheeks flushed slightly, her excitement undiminished as she cheerfully said, “Reginald, I knew you would win. Look! To celebrate your victory, I’ve specially embroidered this snow wolf cloak for you. It took me months of hard work to make it by hand. Do you like it?”With that, she opened a box she had been holding, taking out the cloak and unfurling it before them.Zachary, already aware of the cloak’s origins, feigned ignorance and nodded. “Impressive embroidery!”Marj
At that moment, faint but thunderous cheers and the pounding of drums echoed from below—it seemed the first horse race had begun. As time passed, the drumbeats and cheers grew louder and closer, heading swiftly toward the finish line. The riverbanks were packed with onlookers, a sea of people cheering wildly for the horses they had bet on. The deafening noise was so intense it seemed to shake the very ground.The lively atmosphere below appeared to affect even the dignitaries and nobles in the high pavilions. They, too, began shouting enthusiastically, casting aside their usual decorum.Even though Miranda wasn’t particularly interested in the outcome of the race, she couldn’t help but be swept up in the excitement. Clutching the window frame tightly, she peered downriver. On the wide track below, a group of horses gradually came into view, racing toward the finish line at breakneck speed. The competition was fierce, each horse vying for the lead.
Miranda vaguely sensed that, at the very moment she approached the window, Reginald had glanced at her briefly. However, that fleeting gaze was filled with unmistakable displeasure and irritation, and his eyes quickly dropped again, as though he couldn't bear to look at her any longer.It was clear that someone had managed to anger this guy yet again.Miranda couldn’t help but feel sympathy for whoever had incurred his wrath. This Lord Reginald was petty, vengeful, and notoriously temperamental. Whenever he was in a foul mood, everyone around him had to suffer the consequences. She wondered who the unlucky fool was this time. Whoever had crossed him to the extent that his anger lingered even now was surely doomed.“Marjorie, look across the way. The young lady in the blue dress by the window—that’s Miranda.”In the private room to the left, Zachary addressed the elderly, kind-looking woman standing behind him. “Marjorie, you’ve long served in the palace and have a sharp eye for people
As the new owner in this area, it was evident that such matters were well within their grasp. However, with the new owner’s background still unclear and the court's political situation remaining murky, Earl Croyso had no intention of taking sides. Thus, choosing to support either Prince Zachary or Lord Reginald would not be appropriate. The Blackwell and Linton families clearly held the same stance, while the Montforts, having been in decline for some time, were uninvolved with either faction. Being a military man who admired Lord Montfort, it was perfectly natural for Earl Croyso to bet on his success.For someone as young as Fulton to understand these intricacies was already quite remarkable.What was even more commendable was that, despite his youthful impetuosity, he had no intention of aligning himself with Prince Zachary or Lord Reginald in pursuit of personal gain. Such composure was rare among young men, and this thought made Lady Langley all the more satisfied. She had never e
At that moment, the sound of a servant catering to the nobility could be heard from outside the door. After a polite knock, the servant entered, carrying an oversized tray. On the tray lay nine gilded red sticks, each marked with a number and labeled with either a name or an estate. The servant explained with a smile, “This is a tradition for the Easter horse race. Before the race begins, we place bets on which horse might win. It’s just a bit of fun for the ladies. Would you like to try your luck?”“This sounds quite entertaining,” Lady Langley said with a smile. “Bring it over; let me have a look.”The nine gilded sticks were inscribed with the surnames of the corresponding families. Lady Langley recognized only about half of them, as some estates were unfamiliar to her. However, two stood out—one marked "His Highness Zachary" and another "Lord Reginald." Horses representing these two names, alongside those of such prominent families, clearly indicated that all participants hailed fr
Lady Fitzroy's eyes held a peculiar glint as she looked at Miranda with a meaningful smile and said, "Perhaps it’s the Croyso family’s good fortune, or maybe it’s just the luck of you sisters."Hearing her strange words, Miranda cast a questioning glance toward Lady Langley and Earl Croyso.They both seemed equally puzzled. Lady Langley replied, "I’m not entirely sure myself. When we reached our original seats, there was a commotion. Just as we were about to leave, the steward came over and mentioned that there was still a room available here at The Heavenly Lodge. Oddly enough, the guests who originally reserved this place sent word at the last minute that they couldn’t come, leaving it open for us to take."Miranda’s fine brows knit together. Such a coincidence?She always approached overly convenient situations with a degree of caution."How could it be such a coincidence?" Selena chimed in, curious yet delighted."Indeed, it’s rather strange," Lady Fitzroy laughed. "I was seated i
During the Easter celebrations, the lakeside chapel was bustling with crowds, and carriages could barely pass through. Eventually, the city's magistrate had to request a squad of royal guards to maintain order, finally clearing a path. However, when Miranda and Selena arrived at the chapel’s Pavilion, they were told by the manager and servants that their parents and sisters were not there."What did you say? Croyso family are not at the Pavilion beside chapel?" Selena asked softly, though there was a hint of anxiety in her tone. This was a prime opportunity, as high-ranking officials, nobles, and even royal family members would be attending the Easter festivities. Missing any chance to make a good impression was out of the question.The manager puzzled, "And you are?""We are the young ladies of the Croyso family. We were delayed by some matters but had planned to meet our parents here at the chapel’s Pavilion," Selena explained politely. "If you know where they have gone, we would be
The Easter celebration was being held at the lakeside plaza, drawing a vast, bustling crowd."Young Master, please slow down! Wait for me!" A servant in a simple blue tunic and cap was panting heavily, pushing his way through the throng to catch up with his young master. "Please, take it easy. The chapel isn’t going anywhere; it won’t grow legs and run off! Are you afraid it might vanish? There’s still some time before the Easter Mass begins; it won’t delay your business!""Stop dawdling and hurry up! It’s disrespectful to keep the elders waiting, don’t you think?" Fulton, dressed in a fine blue robe, looked visibly anxious, his usually calm and gentle face filled with concern. "This is all your fault—taking your time and not waking me earlier! Now I’m late, and if I leave a bad impression on the Croyso elders and Lady Langley, I’ll have your hide when we return!"The servant chuckled, completely unafraid, and replied cheekily, "Oh, Young Master, don’t blame me! You’re the one who cha
In the elegantly comfortable carriage, Miranda and Selena removed their veils and locked eyes, sparks nearly flying between them. After a long silence, Miranda arched an eyebrow, a cold glint flashing in her eyes as she sneered, "So this is it. You, suddenly so kind, only wanted to lure me out so those despicable people could ruin me. Selena, your schemes are truly impressive!""If you'd just gone along with me, none of this would have happened. You brought this on yourself," Selena replied coldly, without pretense."Selena, how bold of you. Have you even considered that if anything happened to me today, you were with me the whole time? Do you think you could distance yourself from it? You know how much Father dotes on me. All it would take is a shred of suspicion, and your little act as Miss Selena would be over! I thought you at least had some sense, but it turns out you’re as foolish as can be." Miranda feigned ignorance of Selena's schemes, pretending she thought Selena only aimed