"Do you really want to know?" Isabella asked calmly.
Nolan nodded. "Of course, Mother. Please tell me so I can finally feel at ease."
He had long wondered why his mother left the Empire, giving up all her glory and status to marry his father, Ragan.
Being a concubine wasn't dishonorable, but it hardly compared to the prestige of being a princess—especially the heir to the Eastern Empire of Izanagi.
If he were in Isabella's place, he would have chosen to remain a princess, the heir to the largest empire on the eastern continent.
Isabella sipped her tea and exhaled deeply.
"All right, I'll tell you. I know I was wrong to hide this truth from you and Elina," she said, setting down her cup and bowing her head toward him. "I want to apologize first."
Nolan was surprised by her gesture. He wanted to help her straighten up but restrained himself.
He could sense his mother's guilt. On the eastern continent, bowing one's head is a common sign of admitting one's mistake.
