Hearing the long-forgotten name, Tom's expression darkened, and he slowly lowered his head.No one knew how long had passed before the king snapped out of his thoughts, his expression returning to the same calm indifference as before. Reflecting on the current situation, he spoke in a low voice, “Tom, you must keep my visit to Earl Croyso a secret. Don’t mention it to anyone. Perhaps Miranda's resemblance is merely a coincidence, but if the wrong people see her, even a coincidence will no longer be just that. You understand the gravity of this, don’t you? Also, return the portrait to Earl Croyso.”There was a hint of helpless sorrow in his voice as he spoke the last sentence.Earl Croyso could still possess a portrait of his late wife, often gazing upon it in fond remembrance. But he, as the king, couldn’t even have a portrait of Alice within the vast palace. Anything related to Alice was forbidden in this palace, deeply buried and locked away by time, not to be spoken of by anyone, f
This was Ivan’s second encounter with Lord Reginald.Before this, he had heard countless rumors about the Duke of Veylar in Thornborough. Naturally, from Zachary’s circle, the tales about Reginald were anything but flattering. They described him as capricious, eccentric, and cruel—someone who valued human life no more than grass. And since arriving in the capital, the stories about Reginald had only grown darker. Yet, curiously, during their first encounter in the prison of the Ministry of Justice, Ivan had sensed Reginald’s unorthodox and wanton nature, but he found it hard to dislike him.And now, he finally understood why—Reginald was “candidly cunning.”Like now, he openly admitted that he let the assassins strike first, so Ivan would owe him. But precisely because of this honesty, Ivan, who was no stranger to political deceit, found him somewhat trustworthy. Still, his resolve was firm, and he shook his head, politely refusing, “Thank you for your kindness, Lord Reginald, but my l
Sophie’s one goal in her past life was to elevate her daughter by marrying her into a higher rank of nobility, but despite her best efforts, progress had been agonizingly slow. That is, until a significant opportunity arose: the queen herself approached Xavier, Selena’s influential uncle, hoping to find a suitable woman from his family to win the king's favor. The queen had long understood the politics of the court and knew that if she didn’t arrange a mistress for the aging king, Lady Liudmila, always scheming, would find a way to insert one of her own. Better for the queen to act first and ensure the loyalty of the new mistress. Xavier, eager to oblige, presented portraits of both his own daughter and his niece, Selena, to the queen. The queen, immediately captivated by Selena’s extraordinary beauty, chose her without hesitation.Though Selena was initially hesitant, her reservations quickly faded. The allure of great power, wealth, and glittering jewels was too strong to resist. Mo
In the warm April of early spring, the lush greenery of the forest adorns the rugged mountains with vibrant hues. From afar, the varying shades of green intermingle like a soft and beautiful green carpet gently draped over the hills. Dozens of guards, riding tall horses, escort four carriages as they slowly make their way up the tranquil and secluded mountain path.On this day, the Countess is leading the women of the household up the mountain for a picnic. The fresh air of the outdoors is filled with the fragrance of flowers and grass, mingled with a hint of earthy scent, refreshing the senses with each breath.Selena suddenly focused her attention and said, "Hmm, I think I hear the sound of a violin?"Indeed, as she spoke, everyone gradually began to hear a faint, ethereal violin melody, drifting gently into their ears. Slowly, the sound became clearer, as if the musician was approaching them.Miranda, upon hearing the first note of the violin, was struck as if by lightning, left spe
The blood-soaked world, which had begun to spread from where the man in white stood, was suddenly obscured, replaced by the slate-blue carriage curtains. With Hans' figure no longer in sight, Miranda instinctively glanced at Selena, who had just drawn the curtains.A fleeting glance—half-revealed, half-concealed—left behind a hint of mystery and suspense, enough to stir a young girl's heart. At her mother's signal, Selena slowly let go of the curtain she had lifted, shielding the figure in white from view outside the carriage. “Miranda, what are you thinking about? You seem so lost in thought!”Miranda snapped out of her reverie and gave a faint smile. “It's nothing.”Now fully awake from the shock of seeing Hans again, the intense pain and hatred she had felt gradually settled. She began to contemplate the hidden motives behind Hans’ sudden appearance today.Was this Hans’ own idea, or was there someone else pulling the strings?In this life, she would not be kind. If anyone wronged
Miranda followed the noise and saw two people standing in front of a flowerbed, broken shards of a celadon flowerpot scattered around their feet."You are so thoughtless! My dress is covered in dirt now. What are you going to do about it?" One of the girls dressed as a maid spoke up, "I already told you this orchid belongs to my lady. You insisted on taking it, and now the pot is broken! This orchid is rare and precious, worth a fortune. You have to pay for it!" The other maid, though looking guilty, tried to maintain her composure. "Stop pretending. That orchid clearly belongs to the estate. You tried to steal it, and when I caught you, the pot broke. It's not my fault! I'm a maid of the Croyso family!" "How shameless!" ...Miranda recognized the maid claiming to be from the Croyso family. She worked for Selena, perfectly imitating her mistress’s sharp temperament. Listening to their quarrel, Miranda quickly pieced together what had happened. It seemed that Selena’s maid had seen
After dinner, everyone retired to their respective rooms, the evening winding down into a quiet, peaceful night. Miranda, exhausted from the day's travels and engagements, sought some much-needed rest. She slipped out of her day clothes and into a pale white nightgown, the soft fabric cool against her skin. The bath had soothed her tired muscles, and she felt a weight lift from her shoulders as she climbed into bed. The gentle rustling of the night wind through the curtains was the only sound as she settled beneath the covers, her body sinking into the mattress. Miranda quickly succumbed to the overwhelming tiredness that had been building throughout the day. Within moments, she drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep, unaware of the world around her.She didn't know how much time had passed when, through the fog of her slumber, Miranda vaguely felt someone shaking her. "Miss, wake up! Something’s happened!" A voice cut through the remnants of her sleep."Something happened?" she repeat
The incident began on the east side of the estate where Martha and the others were staying. At the time, she and Nina were sound asleep, but they were abruptly awakened by a rapid knocking at the door. Outside stood a guard, his tone urgent, informing them that bandits had invaded the estate, and the guards were doing their best to hold them off. He urged them to flee for their lives. When they saw the guard covered in blood, although filled with doubts, they didn’t hesitate. They immediately got up and hurriedly dressed. Just as they finished, a man dressed in black broke through the door, knocking down the guard without a word, with other guards in varying degrees of injury trailing behind him.The guards fought valiantly, suffering heavy casualties, but they managed to severely wound the man in black. At that moment, the guards from Croyso's side arrived just in time to rescue Martha and her maid."The guard captain is interrogating the man in black outside. Although he's gravely i
That day, the King came to pay his respects at the Queen Dowager’s palace. The Queen Dowager ordered tea to be served.A young lady stepped forward, dressed in a gown of pale blue silk—the soft, mist-like color seemed steeped in delicate light, graceful and ethereal. Her hair ornaments matched in hue, adorned with teardrop-shaped tassels that swayed gently with her movements, catching the light like liquid glass. Her skin was fair as porcelain, her features fresh and luminous, like a lotus emerging from clear waters.Her simple attire, serene beauty, and quiet elegance gave the impression of a cool spring flowing through a sweltering day—soothing and refreshing.When the King saw that the one serving tea was Miranda, he paused. His gaze lingered briefly on her attire, on her calm expression, on the faint scent of perfume that wafted near. His eyes flickered with a shadowed gleam as he said with a faint smile, “I heard Miss Miranda fell ill shortly after entering the palace, and has be
Miranda was filled with doubts.Zachary had taken a liking to her and, without even asking her opinion, went straight to the Queen to request a royal marriage decree. The Queen Dowager fancied her and instantly ordered her into the palace as a companion. They were all powerful figures—so why was it that when Reginald liked her, he remained so silent? So composed? Why hadn’t she sensed even the slightest hint of his feelings?Even after hearing about her engagement to Sheffield, he simply vanished from her world. Aside from that one moment—when he stumbled into her chambers feverish and disoriented—he never once made a move. He didn’t even try to interfere with the betrothal between the Croyso family and Sheffield.Weren’t people like them always forceful and self-indulgent in love and power alike? And Reginald, with his flamboyant and unrestrained nature—why had he acted so differently?Her head throbbed. With a shake, she tried to banish the thoughts. There was a clear disparity in s
In that faintly charged, ambiguous atmosphere, Reginald’s ears suddenly twitched. He had caught the faint sound of footsteps approaching. His expression changed instantly. He gave Miranda a small nod, pulled up his hood, and with a light, soundless leap, landed on the windowsill. With one hand gripping the ledge, he gave a pull—and in the next breath, his figure vanished from sight.Miranda understood at once and quietly closed the window.***It was deep into the night. No stars, no moon—only utter darkness.Miranda lay upon soft pillows, her eyes shut tightly. Beads of sweat gathered on her pale, smooth forehead, soaking into her hairline. Her head moved slightly from side to side, as if trying to shake something off. Her sleep was uneasy.She dreamt of many things from the past.Foolishness from a previous life. The days in the Croyso household, sharing what felt like a mother-daughter bond with her stepmother. Hans’s sweet lies after she married with him—and her naïve, wholehearte
“Although His Majesty shows great respect and deference to the Queen Dowager, and her position in the palace seems untouchable,” Miranda said firmly, “if their relationship were truly as unshakable as it appears, then why would she need to use me as a pawn? That alone tells me—they don’t fully trust each other. I’m convinced there’s a rift between them.”Her eyes gleamed with quiet intelligence.“Besides, the Queen Dowager is from House Blackwell. So is the Queen. If Prince Zachary ascends the throne, the maternal family’s power will be overwhelming. Lord Reginald, tell me—could the King possibly feel at ease with that? Don’t you think he might also want to bring down the Queen Dowager and the Blackwell family?”If the answer to all of those questions was yes—then that was her opportunity.Especially when she recalled that moment at the Croyso estate—how the King, upon first seeing her, had lost his composure and shattered his teacup. Yet in the Queen Dowager’s hall, he had greeted he
“Miranda, what do you intend to do?” he asked cautiously, probing her thoughts.Miranda didn’t answer directly. Instead, she returned the question, “What do you think I should do, Lord Reginald?”“Just as you said, the Queen Dowager is ruthless and cunning. She doesn’t care if she destroys you in the process. So, Miranda, don’t confront her head-on. Evade her, pretend even, let her think she’s won—just don’t suffer for nothing!” That was the real reason Reginald had come today—to warn her. Earlier, he’d gone to the palace to attend council with the King and was granted leave to walk in the royal gardens afterwards. That gave him the opportunity to send Miranda a message, even now, to meet her here in person.Though he’d already passed along a warning through a young eunuch, he had still worried something might go wrong. That’s why he had been hiding near the gazebo all along, ready to intervene if needed.He had seen everything with his own eyes.In the end, it was Selena who suffered
A pair of soft, deep-set eyes turned to Miranda, glittering with charm as a smile curled across his lips.Miranda turned and saw him, immediately realizing that this man had probably climbed in through a window again.He was putting on an act as usual. With a trace of exasperation, she stepped forward and curtsied: “Lord Reginald.”Reginald glanced at Molly and waved his hand, motioning for her to leave.Molly hesitated—how could she dare leave?Reginald gave her a half-smile, half-sneer: “What are you frozen for? Do you think I’m going to devour your miss?”Miranda gave a subtle nod, and Molly reluctantly backed out.“Lord Reginald, sneaking into the Queen Dowager’s territory? Aren’t you worried that by tomorrow, rumors about the two of us will be all over the capital?” Miranda smiled once the room was clear.R
The three of them chatted for a while longer.More precisely, it was Selena and the Queen Dowager laughing cheerfully together like close kin, while Miranda seemed to be silently lost in thought, her mind elsewhere.The Queen Dowager humored Selena while occasionally casting a glance at Miranda, a knowing smile flickering in her eyes.Although today's "accident" had originally been prepared for Miranda and ended up landing on Selena by chance, the message it conveyed—and all that needed to be said—had already been delivered through Selena.If Miranda was truly clever, she should understand what path she needed to take from now on.Having just entered the palace and experienced such an event, the Queen Dowager, showing concern for the girls’ fatigue, did not keep them much longer and arranged for them to rest.As the two left together, Miranda could tell from Selena’s expression that she had likely already taken the Queen Dowager to heart—as someone she could rely on completely.Mirand
Since the king had made his decision, the matter was settled. The queen cast one final glance at Selena, then looked over at Miranda before curtseying to the Queen Dowager and taking her leave.The Queen Dowager had Selena helped to her feet and brought back to her own palace. There, she offered soothing salves for the bruises, showering Selena with gentle concern and comfort.Already full of grievance, Selena was moved by such kindness, and her sorrow burst forth. She broke into tears, crying uncontrollably in the Queen Dowager’s arms.The Queen Dowager lightly patted her shoulder, letting her cry it out.It took some time before Selena calmed down. She slowly recounted the events.After she and Miranda parted ways, the guiding maid noticed Miranda had gone missing and panicked. After all, she had been entrusted with Miranda's care, and if something happened, she would surely be punished. So she asked Selena to wait at the gazebo while she went to look for Miranda.Selena sat for a w
Before entering the palace, Miranda had once asked Molly about the events surrounding her mother’s death. Molly had said that it all began with some kind of incident involving Miranda herself. Could it have been her sudden illness? Her father, perhaps out of concern for her young age, had merely told her that her mother had passed from illness, never elaborating. After all she had been through in her past life, Miranda was certain—her stepmother had been behind her mother’s death. That much was undeniable. But how had she done it? If Miranda could uncover the truth, Sophie would be utterly ruined.Despite her inner thoughts, Miranda wore a gentle smile. “The royal physician’s skills are indeed remarkable.”Just as the physician was taking his leave, the maid who had led Miranda and Selena earlier came running in, breathless and pale.“Your Majesty the Queen Dowager, something terrible has happened! Lady Selena ran into Her Majesty the Queen over by the gazebo and, for some reason, of