Only those from the Norwood Family and the high-ranking officials of The Empire knew about it back then.
"...This is not your fault, you don't need to blame yourself."
Hugh Kensington comforted her.
Felicity Dalton curled up in Hugh Kensington's embrace, her body slightly trembling, "I can't forget those memories, watching my brothers being driven into the Primeval Forest, seeing them battle with wolves, watching them interrogate enemies with brutal methods when I was a child..."
Although Felicity Dalton had never truly experienced that scene, she always watched with wide eyes as her brothers fought each other to the death for the inheritance rights.
She watched as each brother fell before her, yet she was helpless.
Such was the cruel law of the Dalton Family.
No matter how many heirs there were, in the end, there could only be one successor.
