<h4>Chapter 5.2</h4>


    Winter had arrived and Lennon, who took care of the gardens, brought a portable stove he had invented, to the greenhouse. It had been made fordies’ tea parties, and the family took pride in a stove that had no smoke, didn’t burn flesh, and did not smell!


    “Your gardens are beautiful any season,” Marchioness of Selby spoke with a smile. “It’s much smaller than the Duchess’s gardens though.”


    “Yes, I heard that she prefers flowers over people!”


    “I tend to agree with her in these turbulent times.”


    The two women spoke in a prearranged manner, and otherdies could only smile. The Marchioness of Selby looked at her daughter running around the garden. She would have told her not to do so, but thedy could only smile since she was ying with Princess Rosina.


    “It’s snowing!” squealed the princess.


    Everyone looked at the ss window and it was indeed snowing.


    “Marilyn, shall we go out?” Rosina asked excitedly.


    “It’s too cold, and I can’t run anymore.”


    Rosina narrowed her eyes at Marilyn, who did not look a bit tired. “The young duke wille out from the library soon,” she teased and Marilyn blushed at that. Rosina spoke with confidence, “I asked my brother not to stay in the stuffy library. They will start hunting nearby soon.”


    Marilyn acted like she could not refuse and readily agreed. Thedies forced augh at the girls’ conversation. Everyone knew that Marilyn, the Marquis of Selby’s daughter, had a crush on the young Ihar. Since the Vales did not have a daughter, there was a good chance that she would be the next duchess. Therefore, thedies who wanted to marry their daughters into the Ihar name would not like the situation.


    “Who is that child? What is he doing?” Rosina pointed outside as she put on the coat her maid had brought her. A small child, who wasn’t even wearing a coat, was standing outside. He shuddered as he stared at the sky with his mouth open and seemed to taste the snowkes as they fell into his open hands.


    “He seems to be tasting the snow.”


    Marilyn turned her head towards her mother as if to confirm, and the Marchioness of Vale shook her bell with a rigid face and the maid came running in immediately, “Take Canillian to his room.” She instructed.


    The maid bowed and went away, and ady asked, despite the heavy atmosphere, “Is he the child who is staying due to an illness?”


    The Marchioness of Vale smiled despite knowing that thedy knew why the child was there. “He’s still weak, and that’s why he’s so small.”


    “How old is he?” Rosina asked.


    “He is twelve, princess.”


    “He is so simr to Kieran. Is he a boy? He’s so pretty.”


    “Your question is interesting, princess,” the Marchioness smiled, and Rosina stared at Canillia with sparkling brown eyes. A maid hade to the child, but they saw Kieran wave her away and he gave Canillia a coat he held in his arm. Then the other boys, along with the young Duke, appeared. Rosina blushed while Marilyn spoke. “If he was a girl, I would have been jealous. He’s pretty, isn’t he?”


    Canillia now faced ude and other boys, and Kieran was too close. She didn’t know what to do in this situation.


    “Why are you alone, Lia? Let us go together.” Kieran pulled Lia’s hand, and she saw that other boys did not look at her favorably. However, only ude was indifferent as they walked. Lia found it difficult to meet ude’s eyes, so she was grateful that he led her.


    “Kieran, I have sses,” Lia lied, but Kieran would not let her go at that.


    “No, you’re mistaken. Sir Theodore is scheduled toe tomorrow.”


    Lia knew she couldn’t lie anymore and watched as her breath turned white in the air. She arrived to see that the servants had prepared hunting guns on velvet cushions, and she began to tremble as she said, “I don’t like targets that do not move.”


    ude sat on a ck sofa after eating a grape from a crystal fruit bowl. Lia couldn’t raise her head as his blue eyes stared at her. Each boy now had a servant holding an umbre over them.


    “You promised that you would teach my brother how to hunt, ude.”


    “I did,” he replied.


    The boys standing near ude were smiling for no reason, and Lia avoided one of them who was ring at her, from what she’d heard he seemed to be named Tolin.


    “I have a question,” ude took a step towards Lia, who had been staring at the scary guns. She fisted her hands as he took a pistol that suited Lia’s height and frowned, “Why did you taste the snow?”


    Lia blinked but answered as best she could, “I was curious.”


    “Curious about how snow tasted?”


    “Yes,” Lia felt anxious even before ude sneered.


    “Don’t street kids do that instead of eating sherbets?” He arrogantly remarked.