Erden nodded, he had been been wondering where the father and son were, but he guessed they were on prison.
"Yes, Sire. I will see to it. Do have a pleasant day.."
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Seraphine sat before her vanity, maintaining a calm expression, though her temper simmered beneath the surface.
Over the two days, two of her textile houses had burned to ashes. The culprit behind both incidents was unmistakable.
It was Kaizar.
The one person, Meical protected more fiercely than any asset or territory.
He had humiliated her publicly and financially. She had no intention of letting that go.
Her gaze moved to the gown hanging beside the mirror. It was a deep midnight blue, woven with fine threads of silver that shimmered subtly under the lantern light.
The dress was elegant, refined, and perfectly tailored to her figure. It was appropriate, considering her status.
