The head of Gleisa Hamlet!
Lady Windsor's heart quivered at these words.
She had anticipated that Hayes would seek the Bert Territory for Arthur, but with the sudden mention of Gleisa Hamlet's head, everything changed.
As the eldest son of the Old Lion.
No matter how the outside world viewed or judged this Little Lion, he was still the foremost among the young nobles of South County—it was recognized by all.
The hierarchy among nobles was far stricter than commoners could imagine.
Half was determined by one's lineage.
The remaining half had to be fought for.
The process was cruel and bloody.
Being the primary heir was no easy task.
The ones who died most were also the primary heirs.
Since Gleisa Hamlet was declared the primary heir, twenty-five years had passed.
In these twenty-five years, she faced too many ordeals.
