ã€ŠBurning Redã€‹


 PROLOGUE

    Rose is on the cliff. She drank a few bottles of alcohol while the sword of her father in front of her pierced through the ground. She''s kneeling in front of the moon and stars while praying and crying.

    She bit her lips. "Moon God, please help me avenge my father." She lowered her head. "Father, please talk to the Sun God and ask him to bless this rebellion to succeed. I will kill Nicolas Wright with my own hands," she said between her cries. She keeps on wiping her tears, but her tears won''t stop.

    "PLEASE... For all the Gods out there. Grant me this favor."

    "Gods are dead during the night." She got alerted and looked behind her. "Especially when I''m around." In front of her is a man with a huge fit physique, curly black hair, wearing body armor, and his sword was drawn, pointing towards her.

    She met his eyes. "Matthew." She called his name coldly. His eyes were glowing red, during nighttime and when he was the intention to kill, but beneath those eyes was a deep blue ocean-like.

    "No one threatens my master," he said in a fierce tone. "Whoever threatens my master must die."

    She smiled bitterly and spread her arms. "I''m ready."

    She surrendered.

    ''It was foolish to think that the Gods would hear me...''

    Rose looked up at the sky, and she was amazed. This was the first time she saw many stars at night. It looked like every star wanted to witness her death. Tears fell down her face. "What a good night to die." she whispered until she felt a pain in her stomach.

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    Yes, Matthew stabbed her. She looked through his eyes and smiled as genuinely as she could. "Thank you for releasing me in this pain," she said while life is draining through her body. Not a single expression was seen through Matthew''s eyes. Matthew withdrew his sword and choked her. He walked to the edge of the cliff while holding her neck. "Hope you are greatly granted for taking out the trash." she said with her weak voice while gasping for air.

    Matthew didn''t even freeze or have a second thought. He released her from choking, resulting in her falling down. She''s just looking through the moon and those piercing red eyes looking at her falling down.

    Not crying, not even scared. She surrendered everything.

    Until she felt the ground at her back. She doesn''t feel anything.

    ''Is this death? I don''t feel anything.''

    Her eyes started to get heavy.

    "Pathetic."

    Out of nowhere, a lady in all white is in front of her. She has white hair, white eyes, a white dress, and a small red ruby necklace. "I heard your cries, lady," she said and smirked. "I can grant you that wish, but unfortunately not this lifetime," she said and gave her a small knife. She helped her hand to point the knife at her throat. "I will give you my life, but you have to push the knife, lady," she said with a crazy expression. Her eyes started to turn red. "If you can''t do it, then you will be my dinner for tonight. I am going to eat every last bit of you, like you never existed." She said with a crazy tone and licked her lips.

    Rose saw her fangs like Matthew''s.

    ''Just like an animal. Where predators eat their prey, but I just want to die in peace.''

    With a little strength, she has. She pushed the knife through her throat. She was taken aback and withdraw the knife. She held her throat and groaned.

    Rose didn''t know what was happening. Until the White Lady showed up again with a hint of blood on her clothes and skin, but the marking of the knife she pierced is gone.

    ''She''s healed instantly.''

    The White Lady laughed out loud. "As promised," she said, and she took off her necklace and put it around her neck. "Let''s break the wheel." She whispered through her ears.

    Until she felt pain on her shoulder. The White Lady starts sucking up her blood. Rose groaned until her eyes started to lose their life while looking at the full moon.

    ''There''s nothing. You just feel cold and stop existing''

 CHAPTER 1

    Rose slowly opened her eyes to the sweet melody of birds chirping in the palace garden, surrounded by vibrant roses that seemed to stretch on forever. The garden was a tapestry of colors, with velvety red roses, delicate pink petals, and pure white blooms swaying gently in the breeze. The air was filled with the intoxicating scent of roses, and the warm sunlight danced across her face, casting a golden glow on the lush greenery. The soft breeze rustled her hair, carrying the whispers of the past. But the serenity of the moment was short-lived.

    A memory of that fateful night flashed through her mind, and Rose''s eyes widened in alarm. She instinctively clutched her shoulder, where the White Lady''s bite still throbbed with pain. "That woman," Rose hissed, her voice trembling with rage.

    Her fingers brushed against the necklace the White Lady had given her. Rose''s gaze fell upon the exquisite red ruby, oval in shape, with an intricate drawing of a bird inside. The symbol seemed to mock her, fueling her desire for vengeance. Rose''s fists clenched, her nails digging deep into her palms.

    "I promise, Father, I will avenge you," she whispered, her voice laced with a deep-seated anger. The words seemed to echo through the garden, a solemn vow to the father she had lost.

    Just then, a soft voice called out to her. "Lady Rose!" Rose''s head jerked up, her eyes scanning the garden until they landed on a figure rushing toward her.

    But as the person approached, Rose''s expression froze. "I¡ªIt''s your father," the person stammered, confusion etched on their face.

    Rose''s eyes widened in shock, her mind reeling with the impossibility of it all. ''So this is the day where you let me live again,'' she thought, her voice caught in her throat. She rose to her feet, her gaze fixed on the person before her.

    ***

    Rose sat on the ground, grief-stricken, in front of her father''s coffin. She slightly opened the casket, stealing one last glance at her father''s lifeless face. Eight years had passed since his death, yet the wounds still felt fresh.

    "Why didn''t she let my consciousness transfer when you were about to go to war, Father?" Rose whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I might have been able to convince you not to go, and you might still be here with me."

    Just then, someone placed a hand on her shoulder. Rose turned to see Nicolas Wright standing beside her. "My condolences, my love," he said, his voice laced with insincerity.

    Rose''s eyes flashed with anger as she slapped Nicolas''s hand away. "Don''t touch me," she warned, her voice low and menacing. She stood up, her gaze locked on Nicolas with a fierce hatred.

    "It was you," she spat. "You forced him to go to war. You forced him to lead your army."

    Nicolas''s expression stiffened, but he maintained a calm demeanor. "I didn''t force him. It was his decision."

    Rose''s anger boiled over. "It should''ve been you!!!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the garden. "I know your deals with him. You threatened him that if he wouldn''t go to war, you''d find a new suitable woman."

    Nicolas smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. "And what will you do about that, then?" he taunted, his hand flashing out to slap Rose''s cheek.

    Rose stumbled, falling to the ground. Nicolas sneered at her. "You''re just a woman. Your purpose in life is just to gave me an heir, take care of the children, and represent me at banquets. You don''t have the guts to kill me, Rose. You''re just a woman, after all."

    Nicolas''s words ignited a fire within Rose. For eight years, she had fantasized about killing him, about making him pay for her father''s death.

    Rose''s gaze locked onto Nicolas''s sword, and a plan began to form in her mind. Nicolas noticed her gaze and smiled, pulling out his sword. "I dare you, Rose, to kill the Crown Prince."

    Rose''s eyes flashed with anger as she stood up, accepting the sword. It was heavy, but she gripped it firmly, pointing it at Nicolas.

    Nicolas smirked, confident in his own superiority. "You know your stance."

    Rose''s eyes narrowed, her mind racing back to the days she spent training for the Rebellion. She had learned to wield a sword, to fight and kill.

    With a swift motion, Rose pressed the sword against Nicolas''s throat, drawing a thin line of blood. Nicolas''s smirk faltered, and for a moment, he looked taken aback.

    But Rose hesitated, her grip on the sword wavering. This wasn''t the right time.

    Just as Nicolas opened his mouth to speak, the Empress appeared, her voice shrill with anger. "What are you doing?!!"

    The guards, who had been hesitating in the background, finally sprang into action, seizing Rose and binding her wrists with rope.

    Nicolas''s smirk returned, and he sneered at Rose. "Just what I thought."

    But Rose''s gaze never wavered, her eyes burning with a murderous intensity that made Nicolas take a step back. It was the first time he had seen her look at him like that.

    ***

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    Rose''s eyes adjusted to the dim light of the palace dungeon, a place where the Emperor''s darkest secrets lurked. The air reeked of mold, decay, and something eerily unnatural. She had heard whispers about the Emperor''s fascination with exotic collections, creatures bought from black markets, and beings experimented upon. Mythical creatures, hybrids, and anything that could be exploited for war.

    "Do you think these mere beings will scare me, Nicolas?" Rose muttered to herself, surveying the cells. Each one held a different creature, some of which defied explanation.

    "You''re new here," a voice said from the shadows.

    Rose turned to face the speaker, but her gaze was drawn to the adjacent cell. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of a child his malnourished frame was evident, with sunken cheeks and eyes that seemed too large for his face. His skin was grimy, and his matted hair stuck to his scalp, giving off a strong stench. He wore tattered, ragged clothes that seemed to be held together by threads, and his bare feet were dirty and bruised but what distinct about him was his ocean-blue eyes, and a scar above his left eyebrow seemed to confirm his identity.

    ''This is definitely Matthew,'' Rose thought, her mind racing. ''But how? Matthew should''ve at least 28 years of age. Maybe it''s Matthew''s son?'' She approached the child, her heart pounding with a mix of emotions.

    "What''s your name?" Rose asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

    The child looked up at her with an unsettling intensity. "I¡ªI don''t have a name," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. A sweet smile spread across his face. "I''m not alone anymore."

    Rose''s heart melted at the child''s words, and she reached out to touch him. But before she could make contact, the child grasped her arm and sank his teeth into her wrist.

    Rose cried out in pain and horror as the child continued to drink her blood. "L-Let me go!" she pleaded, trying to shake him off.

    Just as she thought she couldn''t bear it anymore, the guards arrived, hitting the child on the head with a stick to release his grip. Rose stumbled back, her wrist throbbing in agony.

    As the guards helped her out of the cell, Rose glanced back at the child. His teary, red-rimmed eyes met hers, and she saw the bloodstained lips and clothes. The child mouthed "I''m sorry" toward her, but Rose turned away, her mind reeling.

    ''That kid...it is definitely Matthew,'' she thought, a chill running down her spine.

    ***

    Rose knelt before the Emperor, Empress, and Crown Prince in the grand, dimly lit throne room. The air was thick with tension, and the scent of old parchment and dust wafted through the air. The Crown Prince''s bandaged neck seemed to gleam with malevolence as he spoke.

    "You deserved it," Nicolas said, his gaze flicking to the bandage on Rose''s wrist. His voice dripped with condescension, and his eyes seemed to bore into her very soul.

    The Empress''s face twisted in anger, her cheeks flushing with rage. "I want to sentence her to death, Your Highness. How dare she point a sword at the Crown Prince?" Her voice echoed off the stone walls, making Rose flinch.

    "Pointing a sword at the Crown Prince means treason, Your Highness," the Empress pressed, her voice rising to a shrill pitch. "She should be punished accordingly."

    The Emperor''s expression remained impassive, his face a mask of calm indifference. "I understand that the Crown Princess is upset about her father''s death, but her actions are invalid. So, I denounce that you will no longer be the Crown Princess. You will return to your estate; no penalties will be given to you. However, you must leave the capital by midnight, without any assistance or carriage provided by the palace. If you hire someone or accept help, I will sentence you both to death. You are banned from returning to the capital unless I summon you."

    Rose''s eyes widened in shock, her mind reeling with the implications. She felt a cold sweat trickle down her spine as she realized the gravity of her situation.

    "But, Your Highness, the woods are treacherous at night," Rose protested, her voice shaking slightly. "Bandits and wild beasts roam freely. It''s not safe for me to travel alone."

    The Emperor smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Then you''d best begin packing. I''m sure your father''s sword will serve you well on your journey." His voice dripped with sarcasm, and Rose felt a surge of anger at his callousness.

    As Rose left the throne room, she caught the Empress and Crown Prince exchanging a sinister glance. The Empress''s eyes seemed to bore into her very soul, filled with a malevolent glee. Rose felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized the depth of their hatred for her.

    ***

    Rose stepped out of the capital gates as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the landscape. The air was crisp and cool, ahe took a deep breath, feeling a sense of freedom wash over her.

    "You''re out," a familiar voice called out.

    She turned to see Nicolas standing beside a burly man, his face twisted in a cruel smile. "What do you want?" Rose asked, her tone wary.

    Nicolas smiled. "I merely wanted to ensure you''d left the capital." He paused, his eyes glinting with amusement. "And to bid you farewell, of course."

    Rose''s gaze locked onto Nicolas''s. "Can I ask you something?" she said, her voice laced with a mix of emotions.

    "Proceed," Nicolas replied, his expression curious.

    "Since we were children, we were promised to each other. We shared moments together...have you ever loved¡ªor even liked¡ªme?" Rose asked, her eyes searching for any hint of sincerity.

    Nicolas''s smirk returned. "I enjoyed your company, especially in bed," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "But as time passed, I realized I''m the Crown Prince. I can have any woman I desire. I shouldn''t settle for less."

    He turned to leave, but not before casting Rose a dismissive glance. "Good luck. We won''t see each other again."

    Rose''s gaze drifted toward the path, where a stately carriage adorned with the familiar Thorn Rose sigil came into view. The carriage''s black lacquer glistened in the sunlight, and its wheels creaked softly as it rolled along the winding path. Behind the carriage, a somber wagon borne by four majestic black horses followed, carrying a polished wooden coffin draped in black velvet.

    Inside the coffin, her father, the man she loved and admired, lay still and silent, his lifeless body a stark reminder of the tragedy that had befallen their family. Rose''s heart ached with grief as she gazed upon the coffin, her mind flooded with memories of her father''s warm smile, his guiding wisdom, and his unwavering love.

    As the procession passed by, Rose felt a cold breeze caress her cheek, carrying the sweet scent of the roses and the faint hint of wood polish from the coffin. She closed her eyes, a sense of resignation washing over her.

    "Let''s go home, Father," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the soft creaking of the wagon''s wheels.

    As Rose stood there, lost in her grief, a figure emerged from the shadows, shattering the serenity of the moment. The malnourished child from the dungeon stood behind a tree, his ocean-blue eyes fixed intently on Rose. His gaze was unnervingly intense, as if he could see right through her.

    ''I didn''t expect her to taste so sweet and warm,'' the child thought, his fangs bared as he licked his lips. A blush spread across his cheeks, and his eyes gleamed with an unnatural hunger. He seemed to be savoring the memory of Rose''s blood, his mind consumed by the desire to taste her again. His presence seeping into her consciousness like a chill on a winter''s night.

 CHAPTER 2

    The news of Rose''s punishment had spread like wildfire, and people whispered about the young woman who had dared to attack the Crown Prince. As a result, no one dared to offer her help or shelter, fearing the Emperor''s wrath.

    Luckily, Rose stumbled upon a small cave, its entrance hidden behind a thick veil of foliage. She started a fire, the warmth and light a comforting respite from the cold and darkness. As she sat by the fire, hugging her knees, Rose couldn''t help but think about the events that had led her to this point.

    "I should''ve done that," she muttered to herself, clenching her fists. "Even if I was eager to kill, I should''ve waited." Her eyes narrowed, her mind replaying the memories of Crown Prince Nicolas''s betrayal. "I was blinded by love," she realized, her voice laced with bitterness. "I did everything he wanted, thinking he felt the same way. But he never did. I was just his plaything."

    Rose''s gaze drifted to the map beside her, her eyes tracing the route to her family''s estate. "It''s around 2-3 days by foot," she estimated. "Luckily, I have my past life experience to rely on. I know how to defend myself and take care of my needs."

    As she looked at her father''s sword, Rose''s determination hardened. "When I get home, I''ll convince the houses that respected my father to join me in rebellion. I''ll tell them that my father was assassinated by the Crown Prince." Her eyes narrowed, her mind already racing with strategies and plans.

    Just as Rose was lost in thought, she heard a faint footstep outside the cave. Her head snapped up, her hand instinctively reaching for her father''s sword. She stood up, the sword at the ready, and called out, "Who''s there? Show yourself!"

    A pair of glowing red eyes appeared in the darkness, and Rose''s heart skipped a beat. The eyes drew closer, and a figure emerged from the shadows. It was the malnourished child from the dungeon, his ocean-blue eyes fixed intently on Rose.

    Rose''s grip on the sword tightened, her mind racing with memories of the child''s fangs and the pain he had inflicted. "Stay where you are!" she commanded, trying to keep her voice steady.

    The child didn''t move, his eyes fixed on Rose with an unnerving intensity. "I-I want to say sorry," he stammered, his gaze dropping to his feet. "I''m sorry, lady."

    Rose''s grip on the sword relaxed, her expression softening. She saw the genuine remorse in the child''s eyes and knew that he was still just a child, despite his unnatural abilities.

    As she lowered the sword, Rose couldn''t shake the thought of how this child would grow up to be a bloodthirsty monster. But for now, he was just a lost, scared child.

    "Come here, near the fire," Rose said, her voice a little softer. "It''s cold tonight."

    The child smiled, his eyes lighting up, and ran towards Rose. But instead of stopping in front of her, he suddenly hugged her waist, his arms wrapping tightly around her.

    Rose was taken aback, but she smiled and brushed her fingers through the child''s hair. "You''re warm," he said, his voice muffled against her cloak.

    Rose looked at the child, her eyes searching for any sign of manipulation. But all she saw was innocence and a deep-seated need for human connection.

    ''If this child is Matthew,'' Rose thought, ''I might be able to use him in my rebellion. With the right training and guidance, he could be a powerful ally.''

    As she looked into the fire, Rose wondered if this was the White Lady''s way of helping her. Had she been given a powerful tool, one that could tip the scales in her favor?

    Rose turned her attention back to the child, who was still hugging her waist. "You don''t have a name, do you?" she asked, and the child shook his head.

    Rose smiled. "Do you like Matthias?" she asked, and the child nodded enthusiastically.

    Rose held the child''s forehead, her eyes narrowing as she felt his cold skin. "You''re cold," she said, concern etched in her voice.

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    The child nodded. "My body is always like this. That''s why I''m happy to hug someone who is warm."

    Rose''s heart went out to the child, and she knew that she had to help him. "How long have you been in that prison?" she asked, her voice gentle.

    Matthias shrugged. "I don''t know. Long enough to know I''m in prison."

    Rose''s eyes widened in horror. "How old are you?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

    Matthias shrugged again. "I don''t know."

    Rose''s heart ached for the child. She examined his features, trying to estimate his age. "You''re around 8 years old, based on your height," she said, making an educated guess.

    Matthias nodded, his eyes wide with wonder. "Really?"

    Rose smiled. "Yes, really."

    Rose looked outside the cave, and her eyes widened in wonder. The first snowflakes of winter were gently falling, casting a serene silence over the landscape.

    She turned to Matthias, a smile spreading across her face. "You know what? I think today is a special day."

    Matthias looked up at her curiously. "What do you mean?"

    Rose''s eyes sparkled. "I think today should be your birthday."

    Matthias''s eyes widened in excitement. "Really?"

    Rose nodded. "Yes, really. And what better day to celebrate your birthday than on the first snowfall of winter?"

    Matthias grinned, his eyes shining with happiness. "Thank you, Lady."

    "You can call me, Lady Rose." Rose smiled, feeling a warmth in her heart. "Happy birthday, Matthias."

    Matthias became silent all of a sudden and then his face lit up. "I want to come with you!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement.

    Rose hesitated, unsure if it was wise to take a child with unnatural abilities on her perilous journey. But as she looked into Matthias''s eyes, she saw something there that gave her pause.

    "Okay, Matthias," she said finally. "You can come with me. But you have to promise me one thing."

    Matthias nodded eagerly. "Anything!"

    Rose smiled. "You have to promise me you''ll be careful. We''re going on a difficult journey, and I don''t want anything to happen to you."

    Matthias nodded solemnly. "I promise, Lady Rose."

    As Rose smiled and ruffled Matthias''s hair, she couldn''t shake the feeling that her life was about to change in ways she couldn''t yet imagine.

    ***

    As they finished their breakfast, Rose stood up, her eyes shining with encouragement. "Come on, Matthias, we must move. The sunlight won''t harm you," she said, her voice filled with conviction.

    Matthias''s eyes widened in fear, his pupils dilating as he gazed at the cave entrance. "I will get burned and die," he whispered, his voice trembling.

    Rose smiled reassuringly, her lips curving upward. "You won''t," she said, her tone gentle. "Besides, how did you manage to catch up with me if you didn''t travel during the daytime?" She raised an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

    Matthias thought for a moment, his brow furrowed in concentration. "I ran from tree to tree, so I could have a cover," he replied, his voice hesitant.

    Rose''s eyes sparkled with understanding. ''Maybe he is really sensitive to sunlight,'' she thought. She remembered the rumors about Matthew, how he was never seen during the daytime, and how his attacks always occurred at night. The stories had spoken of a monster, a creature driven by bloodlust and vulnerable only to sunlight. Until the people called him, The Undead Knight of the Empire.

    "You''re really that sensitive in the daytime, huh?" Rose asked, her voice gentle.

    Matthias nodded, his eyes downcast, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

    Rose offered her hand to Matthias, her palm upward. "Let''s just try," she said, her voice encouraging. "If you really can''t stand the ray of the sun, then we will resume our journey at nighttime."

    Matthias looked at her hand, then back at Rose. He saw the genuine concern in her eyes, the kindness that seemed to radiate from her very being. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest, and took Rose''s hand.

    She gently pulled him out of the cave, and Matthias took one step outside, his eyes closed firmly. He felt a sting on his skin, a burning sensation that made him gasp. But to his surprise, the pain instantly went away, replaced by a warm, tingling sensation.

    He opened his eyes to find Rose smiling at him, her eyes shining with encouragement. "See, you''re fine," she said, chuckling. But as she looked at Matthias''s skin, her expression turned concerned. "But your skin is red. Oh my..." Rose hastily got her scarf and wrapped it around Matthias''s head, shielding his skin from the sun.

    "You''re still getting used to it," Rose explained, her voice gentle. "Let''s go," she said, her eyes sparkling with encouragement.

    Matthias was shocked by what had just happened. All his life, he had believed he was vulnerable to sunlight, that even a single second in the sun would be catastrophic. But now, with Rose by his side, he felt...different. The sun''s rays no longer seemed to burn him, no longer seemed to threaten his very existence.

    Matthias looked at Rose, his mind racing with questions. ''What did Lady Rose do to me?'' he wondered. ''How did she make me immune to the sunlight?'' He felt a sense of wonder, of awe, as he gazed at Rose. She seemed to possess secrets, secrets that could change the course of his life forever.

 CHAPTER 3

    As they walked peacefully through the woods, Matthias didn''t dare to let go of Rose''s hand. He was afraid that if he did, he would get burned by the sunlight. Rose seemed to sense his fear and smiled reassuringly.

    "You don''t have to worry, Matthias," she said. "During this early winter, most wild beasts are still in hibernation. We''re unlikely to meet any troublesome creatures."

    Matthias nodded, his eyes fixed on Rose''s hand. He was grateful for her presence, for the sense of safety she provided.

    "By the way, how did you manage to escape from the palace?" Rose asked, her voice curious.

    Matthias hesitated, unsure of how to explain. "I¡ªI just can''t die, Lady Rose," he said finally. "I hadn''t eaten anything since they imprisoned me, and when I tasted your blood, I...I got the strength to escape."

    Rose''s eyes widened, her expression surprised. "You saved me, Lady Rose," Matthias continued, his voice filled with gratitude. "That''s why I tried to track you down, and then I will serve you well in the future. When I become strong, I will become a reliable ally."

    Rose smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Really? Even when the whole world is against me?" she asked, her voice teasing.

    Matthias nodded, his eyes shining with determination. "I will always be by your side."

    Rose''s smile softened, her expression turning serious. "I will hold onto your word, then."

    As they continued on their journey, they came across a river that hadn''t yet frozen. Rose suggested they wash their faces and skin, and Matthias agreed, still holding onto her hand.

    As they washed, Rose took off Matthias''s clothes, revealing his unscarred skin. "Your skin is beautiful," she complimented, scraping his shoulder with a wet cloth.

    Matthias blushed, feeling a sense of embarrassment. But Rose just smiled and continued to wash him, her touch gentle and soothing.

    After they finished washing, Rose cut Matthias''s hair with a pair of scissors, trimming his locks to frame his face. Matthias trusted her completely, his eyes closed as he let her work her magic.

    As they finished up, Matthias looked like a new person, his facial features standing out. Rose smiled, her eyes sparkling with approval.

    Just as they were about to leave, Matthias''s expression turned serious. "Someone''s coming, Lady Rose. We need to go."

    Rose quickly gathered their belongings, and they ran as fast as they could. But unfortunately, they were soon blocked by three knights, their swords drawn.

    "At last, we finally found her," one of the guards sneered, their eyes fixed on Rose.

    But as they noticed Matthias standing beside her, their expressions turned cruel. "What an unfortunate way to die, kid. You should''ve stayed where you were."

    Rose''s eyes narrowed, her hand on the hilt of her sword. She saw a Lion sigil encrypted on the guards armor. "I can see that you''re wearing the Capital sigil. Did the Crown Prince send you here to kill me?"

    The knights nodded, their faces twisted with malice. "Yes, Lady Rose. The Crown Prince told us that if we killed you, he would grant us a handsome reward. So it''s better to make this easy for us."

    Rose''s expression turned cold, her eyes flashing with anger. She raised her father''s sword, her stance ready. "Or not."

    The knights charged, their swords clashing with Rose''s. But just as the fight was intensifying, Matthias jumped into the fray, his eyes blazing with a fierce determination.

    Rose was taken aback as Matthias viciously killed the knights, his movements swift and deadly. He bit and stabbed them with the pair of scissors he was holding, his attacks precise and calculated.

    But as one of the knights stood up, wounded but not defeated, Matthias was caught off guard. The knight stabbed him in the back, the sword penetrating through his chest.

    Rose''s eyes widened in horror as she saw Matthias fall to the ground, his body limp. She quickly ran to the knight and stabbed him in the back, her sword slicing through his armor.

    As the knight fell to the ground, Rose rushed to Matthias''s side, her heart pounding with fear. She held his shoulder, trying to keep him upright, but Matthias''s eyes were unfocused, his breathing labored.

    "It''s me, Matthias. It''s all over now," Rose said calmly, trying to reassure him.

    But as she reached out to touch his cheek, Matthias''s eyes snapped open, his gaze blazing with a killing intent. He looked at Rose with his red eyes, his breathing heavy, and Rose felt a shiver run down her spine.

    Matthias quickly ran away from her, disappearing into the trees. Rose chased after him, but he was too fast, too agile. She lost him in the forest, her heart heavy with worry.

    As she returned to the clearing, Rose saw the knights'' bodies, their armor dented and bloodied. She noticed the bite marks on their necks, Rose''s eyes widened, Matthias was indeed a monster. But as she looked at the bite marks, Rose felt a pang of sadness. Matthias was still just a child, a child who had been forced to live in the shadows, to survive on his own.

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    Rose took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she had to do. She raised her sword, her eyes fixed on the knights'' bodies. With a swift and deadly motion, Rose decapitated the knights, making sure to destroy any evidence of Matthias''s bite marks. She knew it was a gruesome task, but she had to protect Matthias, to keep his secret safe.

    As she finished, Rose felt a sense of relief wash over her. She cleaned her sword, her eyes scanning the surrounding area to make sure they were still alone. Satisfied that they were safe, Rose sheathed her sword and followed Matthias''s trail, her heart pounding with worry.

    As she walked, the forest was quiet, the only sound the rustling of leaves beneath Rose''s feet. She walked for what felt like hours, until, the sun beginning to set in the horizon.

    ***

    As nighttime fell, Rose couldn''t shake off the feeling of unease. She had lost Matthias, and the thought of him being alone and vulnerable in the dark forest filled her with worry.

    As she approached the abandoned cabin, Rose decided to exercise caution. She walked around the perimeter of the cabin, her eyes scanning the windows and doors for any signs of disturbance.

    Satisfied that the cabin was secure, Rose returned to the front door and pushed it open. The creaking of the door echoed through the stillness, and Rose stepped inside, her eyes adjusting to the darkness.

    The cabin was small, with a single room and a fireplace at the far end. Rose could see the remnants of an old bed in the corner, the straw mattress torn and worn.

    She walked over to the fireplace and examined it. The ashes were cold, but Rose could see that the fireplace had been used recently. She wondered who might have been here before her, and whether they might return.

    Rose''s eyes scanned the room again, her mind racing with possibilities. She decided to start a fire, hoping to warm up the chilly cabin and perhaps signal to Matthias that she was here.

    As she worked on starting the fire, Rose couldn''t shake off the feeling that she was being watched. She looked around the room, but there was no one there.

    The fire crackled to life, casting flickering shadows on the walls. Rose sat down next to it, her eyes fixed on the flames as she waited for Matthias to return. "Where could Matthias be?" she wondered aloud. "Can''t afford to lose that kid. He''s one of the reasons the future rebellion will become successful."

    As she spoke, Rose''s eyes felt heavy, and she struggled to keep them open. But just as she was about to drift off to sleep, she heard footsteps outside the cabin.

    Rose''s heart skipped a beat as she grabbed her father''s sword, her eyes fixed on the front door. She stood up, her senses on high alert, and slowly made her way towards the door.

    As she reached the door, Rose heard a faint knock. "Lady Rose, it''s me," a soft voice called out.

    Rose''s expression softened, and she quickly opened the door to reveal Matthias standing in the entrance, his clothes and face covered in blood.

    Rose''s eyes widened in concern as she took in Matthias''s appearance. She quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him inside, shutting the door behind him.

    As they stood by the fireplace, Rose examined Matthias''s wounds, her eyes scanning his body for any signs of injury. But to her surprise, the stab wound on his chest had already healed.

    "How are you?" Rose asked, her voice filled with concern. "Does anything hurt?"

    Matthias looked up at her, his eyes red-rimmed. "I feel cold," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. As Matthias said those words, they quickly sat near at the fireplace.

    Rose''s expression softened, and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. "I''m here, Matthias. You''re safe now."

    Matthias''s eyes locked onto Rose''s, and she knew exactly what he was thinking. He was hungry, and he needed her blood to survive.

    Rose took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. She removed the bandage from her wrist, revealing the wound Matthias had inflicted earlier.

    "Here, but just be gentle this time," Rose said, offering her wrist to Matthias.

    Matthias''s eyes lit up, and he grabbed Rose''s wrist, his fangs sinking into her skin. Rose groaned lightly, feeling a slight pain as Matthias drank her blood.

    Rose couldn''t help but notice the way Matthias looked at her, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous intensity. It was as if he was teasing her, playing with her emotions.

    ''Snapped out of it, Rose. This is a child, it doesn''t have any deep meaning.'' Rose felt a flush rise to her cheeks, and she quickly looked away, trying to compose herself. "I think that''s enough, Matthias. I might not have the strength for our journey tomorrow if you drink more of my blood."

    Matthias obeyed, releasing Rose''s wrist from his grasp. As he looked up at her, Rose saw a hint of a smile on his lips.

    "Can I drink it at least once a week?" Matthias asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

    Rose was taken aback by the question, unsure of how to respond. But as she looked into Matthias''s eyes, she saw something there that made her heart skip a beat.

    "Your blood gives me warmth," Matthias said, his voice barely above a whisper. "At least, I want to feel warm."

    Rose''s expression softened, and she nodded, trying to keep her emotions in check. "Okay, Matthias, but you must promise me that you will be a good kid."

    Matthias nodded, a smile spreading across his face. Rose was about to bandage her wrist again when Matthias suddenly licked her hand, his tongue warm and gentle.

    Rose felt a jolt of electricity run through her body, and she quickly pulled her hand back, her face flushing with embarrassment. "Aaah...ahhh, hey, what are you doing?" she asked, trying to compose herself.

    Matthias looked up at her, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I can help you heal your wounds."

    Rose''s eyes widened in surprise, and she quickly create some distance between them. "I think that''s enough, Matthias," she said, her voice firm but gentle.

    Rose couldn''t help but notice the way Matthias looked at her, his eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity. It was as if he was trying to tell her something, to convey a message that only she could understand.

    "Is this the way on how your wounds healed instantly?" Rose asked, trying to change the subject.

    Matthias nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. Rose ripped a small piece of her clothes and poured water from the canteen to wet the cloth.

    She gently washed Matthias''s face, her hands moving softly over his skin. She then took his clothes off to clean him, her eyes scanning his body for any signs of injury.

    "Next time, don''t run like that. You made me worried," Rose said, her voice filled with concern.

    Matthias looked up at her, his eyes red-rimmed. "I-I''m sorry, Lady Rose. If I stayed, I might kill you. That''s why I fled to have some time to calm myself before facing you again."

    Rose nodded, understanding in her eyes. "You''re all good now," she said, smiling at him.

    Matthias quickly hugged her tight, burying his face between her breasts. Rose felt a surge of affection for him, her heart aching with compassion.

    "It''s a long day tomorrow. Let''s head to sleep," she said, her voice soft.

    Matthias nodded, his face still buried in her chest. "Lady Rose, aren''t you afraid of my eyes?" he asked, his voice muffled.

    Rose''s expression softened, and she stroked his hair, her fingers gentle. "Why aren''t you asking what kind I am? I know I''m different from the rest of the world, but I won''t hurt."

    Rose knew what Matthias was. He was a creature of legend, a being feared and reviled by many. But as she looked at him, she saw only a scared and vulnerable child.

    "At first, I was afraid," Rose admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But how can I be afraid of the person who saved me? I don''t know what kind you are, but one thing is for sure: You are mine and my savior who will be by my side through thick and thin."

 CHAPTER 4

    Rose slowly opened her eyes, her gaze falling on the person hugging her waist. "Eeehh??" she exclaimed, shocked by the stranger beside her.

    She quickly shoved the man away and scrambled to her feet, her heart racing with surprise. The man next to her stirred, slowly sitting up with a drowsy expression.

    As he turned to face her, Rose''s eyes widened in astonishment. "Matthias?" she whispered, her voice trembling with incredulity.

    The person before her was no longer the little malnourished boy she knew. Instead, a young man with curly black hair, piercing blue eyes, and a lean, adolescent frame gazed back at her.

    Rose''s eyes roved over Matthias''s transformed physique, her face displaying a mix of shock and amazement. She couldn''t help but notice that his clothes were now too small for him, accentuating his newfound maturity.

    Matthias stood up, his movements fluid and confident. Rose took a step back, her eyes locked on his, as Matthias''s gaze pleaded with her.

    "Don''t be like that, Lady Rose," he said, his voice laced with emotion. His eyes welled up with tears as he took a step forward, his arms opening wide.

    Rose''s heart skipped a beat as Matthias enveloped her in a tight hug. "I don''t want you to abandon me," he whispered, his breath warm against her neck.

    Rose''s hands hesitated for a moment before gently prying Matthias away from her. "We need to find you some new clothes," she said, trying to sound casual despite the turmoil brewing inside her.

    As she rummaged through the closet, Matthias stood before her, his eyes fixed on hers with an unnerving intensity. Rose''s hands trembled slightly as she handed him a set of new clothes.

    "Finally," she murmured, trying to compose herself. Rose found a plain white shirt with long sleeves, made of sturdy linen that had been washed and worn many times. The shirt had a relaxed fit and a soft, worn texture that spoke of years of use. Along with the shirt, Rose gave Matthias a pair of sturdy brown breeches, made of thick wool that had been worn and faded to a soft, muted color. The breeches were plain and unadorned, with a simple tie at the waist. "These should fit you better." Finally, a pair of scuffed and worn leather boots, with cracked and faded leather that had seen many miles of travel. The boots looked comfortable and well-worn, like they had been molded to fit the wearer''s feet over years of use. "Were lucky to find some boots for you."

    "Take off your clothes," Rose said, trying to sound firm despite the flutter in her chest. Matthias nodded, his eyes never leaving hers, as he swiftly ripped off his shirt. Rose helped Matthias to put-on his clothes. "It seems yesterday, you were little and now we are at the same height." Rose said and chuckled.

    Rose''s eyes widened in surprise as Matthias suddenly ripped his pants, exposing himself. She quickly turned around, trying to avoid the awkward situation. "W-What do you think you''re doing?!" Rose exclaimed, her face flushing with embarrassment.

    "Aren''t you going to put my pants on?" Matthias asked, his voice laced with innocence. "You''ve seen me naked at the river."

    Rose''s face grew hotter as she replied, "Y-yes, I''ve seen you at the river, but not...not like this!" She handed him his pants without looking at him. "You put these on yourself."

    As Matthias dressed, Rose couldn''t help but had a recollection of what she just saw. ''That sight would definitely leave a mark on my mind.'' Rose thought, and remember the junk she just saw at Matthias that made her face hotter.

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    "I''m done, Lady Rose." Once Matthias was dressed, Rose examined him from head to toe, her eyes scanning his transformed physique. "You look good," she said, trying to sound casual.

    Matthias''s face reddened, and Rose quickly looked away, trying to compose herself. "Let''s go," she said, gathering their belongings. "Just a few more miles, and we could be home by today if there are no distractions."

    As they stepped out of the cabin, Matthias quickly took Rose''s hand, his eyes locked on hers. "Let me carry those for you," he offered, his voice filled with chivalry.

    Rose smiled, handing over their belongings to Matthias. As they walked, Rose couldn''t help but notice the way Matthias looked at her, his eyes gleaming with a newfound intensity.

    ***

    "I think your age would be around 18-19 years of age I guessed. Your body isn''t big enough and your face features are still soft." She explained. ''Perhaps this was how he grew up in the past, but what was the trigger?'' She said through her mind. "Anyway, if you''re 18 years of age then there will be a 8 year age gap." She continued. "And now that you are an adult. You should be aware of yourself. Just like what you did back there, You should not be stripping naked in front of a lady." Matthias just nodded.

    ''I really have a lot of things to know.'' He said through his mind. "You don''t like how I looked?" He asked her. "Do you like bigger guys?"

    Rose chuckled. "I like firm guys, and there''s a room for you to look good. You will attract a lot of women in the future." She said. Until Rose heard a clopping sound and turned around and noticed a wagon with a family of 3 people in the front. The wagon approached a halt alongside her.

    Rose quickly turned to Matthias and saw him quickly hid behind a nearby tree.

    The wagon driver, a woman in her mid-30s, greeted Rose warmly. "Lady Rose, it was nice to see you here."

    Rose smiled and returned the greeting. "So are you."

    The woman''s expression turned apologetic. "My apologies, Lady Rose, but for my family''s safety, I couldn''t assist you and give you a ride to your estate."

    "It''s fine. I understand, and now that I saw you both here, I bet a few more walks and I''ll be home," Rose replied.

    The woman nodded. "Yes, Lady Rose. We must go now. We wish you your safety."

    "I hope your family is safe as well," Rose replied.

    As the wagon resumed its journey, Rose waited until it was out of sight before turning to Matthias. "You can come out now."

    Matthias emerged from behind the tree, and they both continued walking.

    "Who are they, Lady Rose?" Matthias asked.

    "They are the family that I let grow their crops on my land. In return, they must give my estate 5% of their profit. I''m the one who gives them crops and tools." Rose continued, "At their previous place, the Lord who let them grow crops at his land took around 70% of their profit. It''s nice to see them in good condition."

    "You have a good heart, Lady Rose," Matthias complimented.

    Rose''s expression turned wistful as she recalled her previous existence. Her estate and people had suffered when all her financial resources were spent on military operations to avenge her father''s unjust death.

    Rose spotted a tree with a crimson ribbon wrapped around its trunk, the vibrant color standing out against the lush green foliage. She remembered about her father and her wrapping the long ribbon around that tree, a nostalgic smile playing on her lips. "We are almost there." Rose came to a halt and grabbed her luggage, which Matthias was holding. "I will go first and then you will go and blend in with people." She said, her eyes locking onto Matthias'' worried expression.

    Matthias gripped Rose''s hand, his fingers intertwining with hers. "Don''t be afraid; you won''t get lost. You''re in my territory now; just walk straight and you''ll see a large palace, which is where I live." Rose''s words were reassuring, but Matthias'' eyes still held a hint of uncertainty.

    Rose''s gaze softened, and she gave Matthias'' hand a gentle squeeze before releasing it. Matthias nodded, his shoulders squaring as he steeled himself.

    Rose continued walking, her heels clicking on the winding path. As she approached her estate''s gate, she noticed a maid with two knights standing at attention by her side. The maid, dressed in a crisp white blouse with a high neckline and black linings, a knee-length black skirt with a white apron worn over the blouse and skirt, curtsied deeply.

    "Welcome Home, Lady Rose," she stated formally, her voice clear and melodious. The wooden door opened widely, displaying a fresh and lively environment.

    Rose''s eyes scanned the familiar surroundings, a sense of comfort and belonging washing over her. ''This time, I''ll do everything properly, for my father and my people,'' she thought to herself, a determined glint in her eye.

 CHAPTER 5

    The Magrave Estate, a vast and secure property, was the second largest estate in the land. It consisted of three walls constructed in a concentric, circular pattern, providing a safe and enclosed space. The innermost wall, the third wall, housed the magnificent Magrave Palace, the seat of the Magrave family''s power and influence. The middle wall, the second wall, was home to the landfields that the Magrave family generously allowed the people to use in exchange for a modest 5 percent profit. The outermost wall, the first wall, served as the entryway to the estate and was divided into two bustling streets: Aspire Street and Felicity Street. Aspire Street, located on the right side of the wall, was lined with workshops, including tailors, eateries, a gathering plaza, and a beautiful garden. Felicity Street, on the left side, was home to art galleries, opera houses, major buildings, markets, and banks.

    As Rose sat inside the moving carriage with Anna, the head maid, she asked, "How was everything while I was away, Anna?" Anna replied, "Everything is fine, Lady Rose." Rose then inquired, "Did Father, Mary, and our belongings already arrive?"

    Anna answered, "Yes, Lady Rose. With the news of Lord Magrave''s passing, the entire town is filled with lights and ceremony. Every house and street lamp is lit up, waiting for his arrival. The streets are crowded with people somberly waiting for the procession, which stretches all the way to the palace gates. Even though it''s very late at night, the crowd remains quietly respectful, mourning the loss of Lord Magrave, Lady Rose." Rose''s expression turned somber as Anna continued, "Unfortunately, Lady Rose, we need to put Lord Magrave at his resting place due to health reasons, as the physician''s advise."

    Rose nodded understandingly, "I understand, Anna."

    Anna added, "As the procession ended, the crowd gathered in front of the palace and put flowers in front the gate, Lady Rose. Even high-ranking nobles came to visit his graveyard to pay their respects." Rose gazed out of the carriage window, taking in the sights and sounds of the Aspire Street.

    She reminisced, "Father changed a lot of lives. I remembered it''s just me, Mother, and Father; they gave us this small palace that needed a lot of fixing and a few maids, and Father showed me how far the land was received, and we wrapped a ribbon around a tree as a mark on where our land ends."

    Rose''s thoughts turned to the history of the estate, "Luckily, it was at peace, no summoned, and Father and Mother focused on making this big. They are such exceptional people." She glanced over at Anna, "Do you know what the name of this place was before? Luden. It was the name of the fallen family; they betrayed the father of the current emperor and sold swords to the enemy. Father is close to the current emperor''s father and gave him permission to put our name on this place."

    Anna took Rose''s hand, her eyes filled with compassion, "I knew that everything is on your shoulders now, Lady Rose. The people at the palace are always on your side."

    Rose smiled weakly at Anna, "Thank you, Anna." As the carriage continued on its journey, Rose peered out the window, taking in the snow-covered landscape. A large door opened, revealing a snow-white deserted field of crops and withered trees surrounded by a huge territory. Rose''s thoughts turned to the welfare of the farmers, "This place looks sad during winter. How were the farmers? Did we give them enough food and payment?" Anna reassured her, "Yes, Lady Rose. They are giving us enough lumber to sustain heat, and they are also hunting meat during winter and giving it to us to prepare their meals. We also helped the farmers to strengthen their homes for blizzards and storms during winter."

    Rose''s mind turned to the future, "By the way, does the Emperor gave us a new piece of land? Can we build a 4th wall?"

    Anna replied, "Yes, Lady Rose. Upon Mary''s arrival, she gave it to Marco that the emperor gave you permission to build a fourth wall."

    Rose''s expression turned introspective, "Hmm...even after what I did to his son, he still honored Father with a piece of land." Her grip on her clothes tightened, ''But it''s still not enough. A life for a life.''

    Anna''s voice broke the silence, "The rumors say that you went insane and tried to kill the Crown Prince, Lady Rose. You even gave the Crown Prince a cut at his throat."

    Rose''s expression turned wry, "Due to Father''s death, I didn''t think straight and blamed the Crown Prince."

    Anna nodded understandingly, "I understand your actions, Lady Rose. It was the Crown Prince who persuaded Duke Magrave to go to war on his behalf. If I were his daughter, I would do the same. The whole house is grieving his death, Lady Rose." Anna''s voice was filled with empathy, and Rose appreciated her loyalty and understanding.

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    Rose''s thoughts turned to her father''s passing, and she felt a pang of sadness. She looked out the window, watching as the carriage passed through the snow-covered fields. The Magrave Estate was usually bustling with activity, but the winter landscape had brought a serene quiet to the land.

    As the carriage approached the palace, Rose could see the familiar outline of the buildings. The palace was a grand structure, with high ceilings and large windows. The walls were made of stone, and the roof was tiled with slate. Rose felt a sense of comfort and familiarity as she gazed at the palace. It was her home, and she was glad to be back.

    The large gate opened, and the carriage came to a halt in front of a wide stairway, adorned with intricate stone carvings. A queue of maids, dressed in crisp black and white uniforms, awaited Lady Rose at the side of the stairs, their eyes cast downward in respect. "We have a problem, Lady Rose," Anna said, her voice low and urgent. Rose waited for Anna to speak, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Your uncle with his family is at the palace, and as they are your family, we can''t throw them out, but we put them in the guest room and welcomed them."

    Rose''s expression turned skeptical. "I''ll handle them," she said, her voice firm, Rose stepped out onto the snow-covered ground. Anna followed close behind, and together they walked towards the palace stairways.

    At the top of the stairway, she saw three people waiting for her. Her uncle, Roderick, was a small, obese man with a balding head, wearing respectable clothing that seemed strained across his ample belly. Her aunt, Maris, was a tall, imposing woman with long hair, wearing fitting red clothes that revealed her ample bosom and a leather robe that seemed to shimmer in the fading light. Her cousin, a spoiled-looking brat with long hair, wore an expensive-looking outfit and a leather robe with a fox skin trim, her eyes flashing with a mixture of curiosity and hostility.

    Rose began to climb up the stairs, her eyes fixed on her relatives, and when she reached the top, she halted to face them. "You are early, Uncle Roderick," she remarked, her voice cool. "What''s your purpose here at my estate?"

    Roderick''s face creased into a smile. "Well¡ªRose, as we are the last family, I think we should stick together. What do you think?"

    Maris supported her husband, her voice dripping with condescension. "Yes, dear. You are still young; you need someone who knows how life works."

    Rose''s eyes narrowed, her expression skeptical. "For my 26 years of existence, this is the longest conversation we''ve had, Uncle and Auntie; are you here because you think I''m dead alone in the woods?" The couple''s faces fell, and they exchanged a nervous glance. Rose''s voice turned cold. "You need to go back where you came from."

    Roderick''s face turned red with indignation. "Come on, Rose. It''s winter, and the palace is huge for you; let us stay and guide you." Rose moved away from them, her skirts rustling, and went to the palace''s front entrance. The door opened, and a couple more maids emerged with baggage in their hands. "Looks like you treated my servants badly. They are also eager to kick you out of the palace."

    Rose''s voice turned icy. "As you are my family, you can use my carriage to go out at my estate and help you go home. I''ll give two of my knights to escort you and your family, Uncle, and thank you for watching over the palace while I am away." She said, and the knights opened the door wide, allowing Rose to enter the castle.

    Rose sighed heavily, feeling a sense of relief wash over her as she escaped her relatives. She looked around the guest hall, taking in the opulent decorations, and began to stroll up the stairs, her footsteps echoing off the stone walls. She noticed two maids cleaning the corridor, their heads bowed in respect as she passed.

    She walked toward them, her skirts rustling. "I want to take a bath," she instructed, and they both nodded and scurried away to prepare the bath. Rose moved into the guest room to fetch Matthias some new clothing. She proceeded walking to her room after retrieving the clothes, her footsteps echoing off the stone walls.

    She opened the door to reveal an attractive red and white motif in her room, the colors gleaming in the fading light. She placed Matthias'' clothing on her bed and proceeded towards the window door, which she opened, letting in a cool breeze that caressed her cheeks. When she looked around, she saw nothing but snow that was currently covering the entire land, the landscape stretching out before her like a vast, white sea.

    She went towards her fireplace, which was lit up with a warm, golden fire, and sat in front of it with a chair, feeling the warmth seeping into her bones. Soon her servants prepared her bath, the sound of running water echoing through the room. "Let me be. Just get my night clothes and put them on my bed." The servants nodded and prepared her night clothing, their movements quiet and efficient.

    The servants noticed a set of guest''s clothing. "I''m sorry, Lady Rose. I think someone gave you a guest clothing." She said and was about to get the Matthias clothing when Rose answered. Rose''s voice was dismissive. "It''s not a mistake; you may go now." The servants nodded and left quietly, closing the door behind them.

    Rose was waiting for Matthias, and she peered out the window; the sun had already set, casting a golden glow over the snow-covered landscape. "Did anything happen?" she questioned herself, a faint furrow creasing her brow.

    She stood up and walked towards the balcony, the cool breeze rustling her hair. She closed her window door but did not lock the doorknob, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the palace walls.

    She entered the bathroom, and a steam field filled the area, the warm air enveloping her like a gentle caress. The bathroom was a tranquil oasis, the sound of running water and the crackling of the fireplace creating a soothing melody.

    She removed her clothing and stepped into the tub, the warm water enveloping her like a gentle hug. She closed her eyes, letting the warmth seep into her bones, and began to relax, her mind quieting.

    ''Now that I am here, it will all begin,'' she thought, a sense of determination rising within her. She was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, her heart steeled for the battles to come.

 CHAPTER 6

    Rose rushed to the barracks, her heart pounding in her chest. A servant breaks a news to her that a man with unusually crimson eyes, and she was determined to see him for herself.

    As she approached the barracks, she noticed a man tied to a long timber, surrounded by guards with drawn swords. Rose''s expression remained neutral as she glanced at Matthias, the man at the center of the commotion.

    Commander Demi, the Knight Commander of her estate, approached her. "Lady Rose, you should have come here sooner," he said, his voice laced with concern.

    "How did you meet this person?" Rose inquired, her eyes never leaving Matthias.

    "He is one of our recruits from Aspire Street, Lady Rose," Commander Demi explained. "We didn''t know he was...different."

    Rose''s gaze narrowed. "Did he hurt someone?"

    Commander Demi hesitated before responding. "While he was struggling, Lady Rose, he injured 10 of our men with his unusual physical strength."

    Rose''s eyes widened slightly. "Did someone get killed?"

    Commander Demi shook his head. "No, Lady Rose."

    Rose approached Matthias, her movements calm and deliberate. Commander Demi instinctively reached out to stop her, but Matthias''s gaze locked onto his, and he froze.

    Rose caressed Matthias''s face, and he immediately relaxed. "If he is a dangerous person with incredible strength, he should have broken free and killed me by now," Rose pointed out.

    Commander Demi frowned. "But we don''t know what he will do, Lady Rose."

    Rose''s expression turned stern. "We have different eye colors, Commander Demi. Should I also tie you up for possessing green eyes?"

    Commander Demi shifted uncomfortably. "But he is unusual, Lady Rose. When I first looked at him, he had blue eyes, and now he possesses crimson red eyes."

    Rose''s voice rose. "HE POSES NO THREAT."

    Commander Demi looked taken aback by Rose''s outburst, but he nodded slowly. "As you say, Lady Rose."

    Rose turned to Commander Demi, her eyes flashing with determination. "Commander Demi, you will train him in your excellent swordsmanship and hone him to become a leader on the battlefield."

    Commander Demi''s eyes widened in surprise. "B-but, Lady Rose¡ª"

    Rose''s voice brooked no argument. "It''s not a request, Commander Demi."

    Rose turned to the gathered guards and maids. "Untie him and welcome our new family member. If I hear anyone mistreating him or any of our family, you will be severely punished."

    As the guards moved to untie Matthias, Rose turned to Commander Demi. "Commander Demi, we need to talk privately."

    Commander Demi nodded, and together they walked away from the barracks, Rose''s maids following at a discreet distance.

    Once they were out of earshot, Rose spoke in a low tone. "I want you to double the guards and tighten security."

    Commander Demi''s eyes narrowed. "Can I ask why, Lady Rose?"

    Rose''s expression turned grim. "I''m sure you heard about the three dead knights."

    Commander Demi nodded, Rose continued, "They were sent to kill me by the Crown Prince."

    Rose''s voice was laced with venom. "And I killed them." Rose lied.

    Commander Demi''s eyes widened in surprise, but he nodded slowly. "Thank the gods you killed them, Lady Rose."

    Rose''s gaze drifted to her father''s tomb, where a full-body statue of him stood. "Hmm...yes, thank the gods."

    "Everyone loves your family , Lady Rose." Commander Demi said, while looking also at Lord Magrave statue.

    Rose''s voice was tinged with sadness as she turned to Commander Demi. "At least they are both together now. They left this place under my care, and I will make it grow."

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    Commander Demi''s expression turned solemn. "Would you be by my side, Commander Demi?" Rose asked, her eyes searching.

    Commander Demi''s voice was firm. "Of course, Lady Rose. I am your sword."

    Rose''s gaze intensified. "What if I start a war for my father''s name? Would you go to war with me?"

    Commander Demi''s expression never wavered. "Yes, Lady Rose."

    Rose''s voice dropped to a whisper. "I have a suspicion that my father did not actually die on the battlefield."

    Commander Demi''s eyes locked onto hers. "I-I also have a suspicion, Lady Rose. The maids noticed it too. When Lord Magrave returned home for the last time, our Head Maid Anna and the other maids washed his body. He didn''t have multiple stab wounds from the battlefield, but a single stab wound on his neck."

    Rose''s eyes flashed with determination. Commander Demi drew his sword and stabbed it into the ground and kneeled one knee in front of her, his voice filled with conviction.

    "It was clear that...Lord Magrave died unjustly. If you wish to start a war, I will be by your side."

    Rose''s eyes locked onto Commander Demi''s, a fierce determination burning within them. "I will not forget this, Commander Demi."

    Commander Demi nodded, his expression unwavering. "I will always stand by your side, Lady Rose."

    As they stood there, the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the estate. Rose''s thoughts turned to her father, and the injustice of his death. She knew that she had a long and difficult road ahead of her, but with Commander Demi by her side, she felt a sense of hope and determination.

    Together, they walked back to the barracks, where Matthias was waiting. Rose''s eyes met his, and she saw a flicker of understanding there. She knew that she had found a valuable ally in him, and she was determined to use his skills to help her achieve her goals.

    As they walked, Rose''s maids fell into step behind them, their faces expressionless. But Rose knew that they were watching her, waiting to see what she would do next.

    And Rose knew that she would not disappoint them. She was determined to uncover the truth about her father''s death, and to bring justice to those responsible. No matter the cost.

    ***

    Rose rested on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. ''It''s a good thing the maids cleaned Father before he was buried. They noticed his wound, and I didn''t need to track out the guy who assassinated Father to persuade the other houses who support Father.'' She thought to herself.

    As she lay there, her window door at the balcony opened that made Rose looked and she saw Matthias.

    Rose sat on her bed. "I thought something bad happened to you while you were at my estate," Rose said, her voice tinged with concern while Matthias walking and he sat beside her.

    "Your place is heavily guarded, Lady Rose," Matthias replied. "I joined your forces and snuck-in. They gave us encouraging words and training until sundown, and they saw my eyes turning into crimson red."

    Rose''s expression softened. "It''s fine. It''s one of my plans that you will join my army, with a strength like yours. It shouldn''t be wasted."

    Matthias unexpectedly wrapped his arms around Rose''s body, pulling her close. Rose felt uneasy, but she didn''t push him away.

    "A-Ahh Matthias, what are you doing?" she asked, trying to sound calm.

    Matthias smiled widely at her. "I miss your warmth."

    Rose remembered that he had hugged her while they were sleeping before. "Thank you for supporting me," he said. "I thought I was going to die without seeing you again."

    Matthias''s eyes locked onto hers. "I won''t let you die." Rose''s voice was barely above a whisper. ''You''re purpose isn''t done yet, so you must not die.''

    Matthias nodded, his eyes burning with intensity. "Are you planning to sleep here?" Rose asked, trying to change the subject.

    Matthias nodded. "I always want to feel your warmth."

    Rose held Matthias''s hand. "You aren''t that cold anymore."

    Rose felt Matthias''s lips against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. "W-Wait a moment---"

    Matthias''s voice was low and husky. "I heard the new recruits talking at the barracks. They talked about women and what they are doing to them to make them feel good."

    Rose''s heart began to pound in her chest. "Do you want to feel that?" Matthias asked, his eyes locked onto hers. "From saving me, I should at least give back the favor." he said.

    Matthias''s hands began to roam over Rose''s body, sending waves of pleasure through her. Rose bit her tongue to prevent making a groaning sound.

    As Matthias''s lips touched hers, Rose felt herself melting into his kiss. Matthias''s hands cupped her breasts, stimulating her nipples with his thumbs.

    Rose let out a loud moan as Matthias''s fangs pierced her shoulder, drinking her blood. Rose''s mind was all over the place, torn between the pleasure and pain.

    "M-Matthias, not too much," Rose reminded him, trying to sound calm.

    As Matthias finished drinking her blood, his tongue licking the blood off his lips, he began to suck her breasts. Rose let out a loud moan, holding Matthias''s head as he sucked her breasts.

    Matthias''s hands began to undress Rose, revealing her undergarments. Rose felt heated, Matthias gently lay Rose on the bed, their eyes locked on each other.

    As Matthias gently spread Rose''s legs, his tongue expertly found her sensitive spot, eliciting a loud moan from her lips.

    As Rose achieved her climax, she lay exhausted on her bed, catching her breath. Matthias knelt in front of her, his eyes burning with intensity.

    But instead of taking her, Matthias got off the bed. "I''m still not worth it, Lady Rose."

    Rose looked at him, confused. "Before, I will take you. I want to prove my worth to you. I''m sorry for my actions for this night, Lady Rose."

    Matthias sat Rose on her bed and helped her put on her clothes, his hands brushing against hers. "I should go back, good night."

    As Matthias''s lips claimed Rose''s in a fierce, lingering kiss, the air was charged with unfulfilled desire, but he abruptly broke away, disappearing into the night through the open balcony.

    Rose''s heart still racing from the intense encounter, she couldn''t shake off the vulnerability that lingered within her. "My body betrays me," she whispered to herself, "I shouldn''t let my emotions run wild, but his touches reduce me to weakness, leaving me trembling on shaky knees."

 CHAPTER 7

    Rose sat amidst the lush garden, surrounded by her trusted advisors. To her left sat Demi Fullbuster, the Knight Commander, mastermind of battlefield strategies for the estate''s protection. Beside him was Zaki Belbosa, the Keeper of Secrets, who served as the estate''s unseen guardian, gathering intelligence through surveilling rival noble houses, uncovering hidden agendas, and protecting the estate''s interests.

    On her right sat Anna Fritz, the Mistress of the Palace, who oversaw the palace''s operations in Rose''s absence, ensuring seamless order and organization. Next to Anna was Dante Colle, Captain of the Guard, who defended the estate and commanded its guards. Beside Dante sat Mulan Davis, the Keeper of the Coin, responsible for managing the estate''s finances, balancing expenses and taxation.

    Rose sought a summary of the estate''s performance. "Anna, how''s everything under your command?"

    "Minor issues arose, but they were easily resolved. Palace maintenance is up-to-date, and all expenses are accounted for. You can review the details with Lady Mulan." Anna replied,

    Rose nodded, then asked, "What about the maids? Have you noticed anything suspicious?"

    Anna''s expression turned serious. "Unfortunately, some maids were caught engaging in unacceptable behavior: using drugs, soliciting guards for extra money, theft, and intimidation. They''ve been dismissed, Lady Rose."

    Rose''s brow furrowed. "Soliciting guards? Don''t our maids receive sufficient compensation? Our pay supports up to five family members."

    Anna''s voice was sympathetic. "In this case, Lady Rose, the maid in question has 12 younger siblings. While I hated to dismiss her, our rules must be upheld."

    Rose nodded thoughtfully. "Our maids receive three days off each week. Encourage them to explore part-time jobs within the estate, Anna, to supplement their income if needed. Also, educate them on family planning and the responsibilities that come with having children. Emphasize that children require care and attention beyond just birth."

    Anna nodded her head. "Yes, Lady Rose."

    Rose turned to Captain Dante. "Do you have any reports, Captain?"

    "We''ve apprehended individuals involved in minor criminal activities." Dante replied.

    Rose''s gaze narrowed. "Will we have sufficient guards and workers for the 4th wall construction project in the spring?"

    "We''re still in the process of hiring, Lady Rose," Dante said.

    Rose''s expression turned thoughtful. "Let''s consider hiring the criminals you''ve imprisoned, Captain. It might be a chance for them to redeem themselves."

    Captain Dante''s eyes widened in surprise. "W-What, Lady Rose? Did I hear that correctly?"

    Rose nodded. "Yes, let''s offer them a chance to redeem themselves. However, their salary will be lower than what we pay our regular workers."

    Rose turned to Lady Mulan. "Does the newly discovered diamond mine require additional labor?"

    "Yes, Lady Rose," Mulan replied.

    Rose''s gaze swept across her advisors. "Now, the prisoners have two options: work in the diamond mine, work in the construction of the 4th wall or join the estate''s guard. Once they''ve completed their prison sentence, they can choose to continue working with the same salary as our free workers or decline the offer and gain their freedom."

    Captain Dante nodded thoughtfully. "That''s not a bad idea, Lady Rose."

    Rose sought Commander Demi''s opinion. "Commander, how''s the army faring this season?"

    Demi shook his head. "Our troops are diligent, and there are no threats on the horizon, Lady Rose."

    "And what about Matthias?" Rose asked.

    Commander Demi smiled. "He''s determined to serve you, Lady Rose. I''ve had him spar with his troops, and Daimon is supervising them while I''m here."

    Rose is pleased from what Commander Demi declared.  "Our Lord of Justice isn''t present today," Rose noted.

    Anna spoke up, "Our Lord of Justice, Sir Sandro, is currently presiding over a trial, Lady Rose. He provided me with a letter to share with you." Anna handed Rose the letter.

    Rose turned to Zaki. "Is there anything you''d like to report, Sir Zaki?"

    Zaki''s expression turned serious. "There''s a rumor circulating that the Magrave estate is on the brink of collapse."

    Rose raised an eyebrow. "I see, and who''s spreading these rumors?"

    Zaki replied, "Lady Catherine is the primary source, and other houses have joined in, discouraging people from living on the Magrave estate."

    Rose''s eyes narrowed. "I''d expect nothing less from Lady Catherine. Her venomous tongue is as sharp as ever. What''s her reasoning this time?"

    Zaki ''s voice remained neutral. "Lady Catherine asserts that women are incapable of managing estates, insisting that men are inherently more suited for such responsibilities. She believes a woman''s duties are limited to loving her husband, bearing his children, and serving as a gracious hostess at social gatherings."

    "That venomous woman is still clinging to the past, her bitterness festering because my father rejected her in favor of my mother." Rose said.

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    "It''s absurd, Lady Rose. Your leadership has brought prosperity to our estate." Commander Demi commented.

    "Thank you, Commander. But it seems some people still cling to outdated notions. I''ll not let their petty comments undermine our progress."

    "We stand behind you, Lady Rose. Your vision and wisdom have been a blessing to our estate." Anna said.

    Zaki continued, "There''s more, Lady Rose. A war is brewing between the east and west sides over a mountain rich in gold. Each side claims to have discovered it first. Given the Emperor''s friendship with the East Side Emperor, it''s likely he''ll request your army''s presence soon."

    Rose nodded thoughtfully. "And how are our people faring? Any concerns or requests I should be aware of?"

    "As for the estate''s residents, they''re generally content. However, they''ve requested one additional establishment."

    Rose''s curiosity was piqued. "What kind of establishment?"

    Zaki''s expression was neutral. "A brothel."

    "A brothel? That''s not a good idea, Lady Rose." Commander Demi said.

    Rose''s smile faded, replaced by a frown. "I agree, Commander. We already have taverns for men to unwind. I''m afraid I must decline this request. A brothel would lead to unnecessary population growth, orphans, infidelity, and hunger. If men want a brothel to relieve their sexual urges, they can travel to another estate to indulge in their filth, keeping it far from our doorstep."

    Rose turned to Lady Mulan. "If anyone applies to build a brothel at the 4th wall, reject their application."

    Lady Mulan nodded. "Yes, Lady Rose¡ª"

    Until a maid came sprinting at them. "L-Lady Rose." The maid said panting. "Sorry for disturbing you, Sirs and Ladies but the Crown Prince is at the estate, right now and he brought a large army."

    Rose stood up. "This meeting is done." Rose looked at Mulan. "Just gave me a letter about your report Mulan. You can continue all your work, we did all a good job this whole season." Rose complimented them. "Let''s go." She said to the maid and they are both started to walk outside the garden.

    Rose was beside of a maid and they are accompanied by Commander Demi and Captain Dante. They met the Crown Prince at the guest hall.

    "Greetings, Crown Prince." Rose greeted the Crown Prince. "What brought you here? I bet you won''t like to start a rumor that the Crown Prince what''s to reclaimed Lady Magrave."

    "Where is it?" He asked.

    "What it?" Rose asked him back. Rose knew what he was talking about and she was already expecting this.

    Crown Prince Nicolas was hesitant to go on the point. "Let''s go somewhere private." Rose said and they are both go inside the guest room, leaving Commander Demi and Captain Dante at the other side of the door.

    Rose locked the door. "Where''s the creature? You are the last one made a contact with it. Father is really furious."

    "Oohh... that creature. While I was on my journey. He found me, maybe because of my scent. He help me killed those 3 knights who attacked me. Do you want me to report to the Emperor that you send me those knights?" The Crown Prince Nicolas frowned. "I knew it was you."

    "You don''t have any evidence." Rose just smirked at him.

    "Anyway, we parted ways after he saved me. I don''t know where he is." Rose denied.

    Crown Prince Nicolas fists clenched. He turned around and opened the door. "Search the whole palace." He ordered his guards that was with him.

    "You don''t have the right!" Rose exclamined. "How dare you disturb a person who just lost his father that made a huge contribution on your own war!"

    "IT WAS THE EMPEROR''S ORDER! YOU DON''T HAVE ANY SAY FOR THIS WOMAN!" Crown Prince Nicolas shouted at her. "Father can easily stripped you down and take your estate." Rose looked at him with anger. "Don''t think of yourself so high and mighty, Lady Rose. This place was offered for your father, not to you." Crown Prince Nicolas smirked. "In any moment, this place will crumpled under your reign." Crown Prince Nicolas turned around and leaved her at the guest room

    Crown Prince Nicolas'' words struck a nerve, but Rose knew that her father''s legacy and reputation provided a sturdy foundation for her power. Although the Emperor could theoretically strip her of her authority, her father had cultivated strong relationships with other noble houses and, more importantly, with the common people.

    The people''s admiration and trust in her family were rooted in her father''s wise and just leadership. He had been a fair and compassionate ruler, beloved by his subjects. As a result, Rose''s position was more secure than Crown Prince Nicolas might have suggested.

    Rose''s thoughts were reflected in her calm and composed demeanor, but inwardly, she was determined to protect her family''s legacy and maintain the trust of her people.

    Commander Demi and Captain Dante go inside the room. "Let him search the palace but make sure that every room, every hall is guarded with our guards."

    "Yes, Lady Rose." They both agreed.

    "Commander Demi, don''t let Matthias participate on guarding our palace right now. Give him some errand to go outside."

    "Can I asked why?"

    "I will explain later. Just do it." They are both nodded and get outside the room and closed the door.

    Rose sat at the near couch and closed her eyes. She putted her palm at her forehead.

    "Those people, can''t believe they will flipped my palace from top to bottom." Rose leaned her body at the couch and raised her head while her eyes is still close.

    "I am sorry for the trouble that I made." Rose heard a voice and as she opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto the piercing stare of Matthias beside her. Their eyes met, and Rose''s cheeks flushed as memories of the previous night came flooding back. She recalled the way Matthias'' hands had explored her body, the sensation of his lips on her skin, and the lewd feelings that had coursed through her veins, leaving her breathless and wanting more.

    Matthias'' intense gaze seemed to hold a hint of knowing, as if he too remembered the passion they had shared. Rose''s heart skipped a beat as she felt a flutter in her chest, her body responding to the proximity of the man who had awakened her desires.

    Rose looked away, attempting to compose herself, and stood up, facing Matthias. But her eyes widened in surprise as she took in his changed appearance. The last time she remembered, they were at the same height.

    "Y-You''ve grown," she stuttered.

    Matthias'' deep voice sent shivers down her spine. "Really? I don''t seem to have noticed."

    Rose''s thoughts swirled as she processed the transformation. ''His voice has become deeper. He''s become an adult.'' She couldn''t believe how fast Matthias had grown.

    ''Is it my blood?'' she wondered, her mind racing with the implications.

    "I think you''re growing because of my blood," Rose said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Every time you take a bite, you''re growing. Maybe if you continue on taking my blood you''ll get old fast." Rose said jokingly. Matthias moved closer, his eyes burning with intensity. "A-aahh, you''re close," Rose said, her heart racing.

    Suddenly, Matthias hugged Rose, his arms wrapping tightly around her. "I can''t stop thinking about you," he murmured, his lips tracing small kisses on her neck.

    Rose tried to push Matthias away, but his grip was too strong. "Commander Demi is looking for you, Matthias," she said, attempting to distract him.

    "I heard." Matthias replied, his hands roaming over her body. He started grabbing her breast, and Rose''s moan escaped her lips.

    "They won''t notice me here," Matthias whispered, shoving Rose''s clothes aside to expose her chest. "I did good today. I made them all exhausted while fighting with me."

    Matthias'' face dipped down, his tongue lavishing attention on her nipples. Rose''s thoughts fragmented as her body responded to Matthias'' touch.

    ''This guy and my lustful body,'' Rose thought, her mind clouded by desire.

 CHAPTER 8

    Lady Rose couldn''t help but moan as Matthias''s skilled tongue danced across the spot between her thighs, sending waves of pleasure through her. She leaned against the wall, her feet resting on his shoulders, her legs trembling with each gentle stroke. "Faster," she commanded, her voice husky with desire, her breath catching in her throat.

    Matthias obeyed, his tongue moving with increased urgency, his lips brushing against her sensitive spot. Lady Rose bit her tongue to stifle her moans, but as she reached her climax, she couldn''t help but cry out, her body shuddering with pleasure. She pushed Matthias''s head deeper, her fingers tangled in his hair, her hips arching upward.

    As she caught her breath, Lady Rose felt weak and lightheaded, her legs trembling beneath her. Matthias quickly scooped her up and helped her sit on a nearby couch, his arms cradling her body. He gently adjusted her clothes, his fingers brushing against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Their eyes locked, and Matthias''s lips claimed hers in a passionate, hunger-driven kiss.

    They broke apart, gasping for air, their chests heaving with exertion. "I want more," Lady Rose whispered, her eyes burning with a lustful gaze, her voice barely audible.

    Matthias''s face set in determination, his eyes burning with intensity. "I want to prove my worth to you, before anything else, Lady Rose."

    Just then, a knock at the door interrupted them. "Lady Rose, I couldn''t find Matthias. I think he''s gone out somewhere," Commander Demi''s voice called out from the other side.

    Lady Rose''s voice was calm, her composure regained. "It''s fine, Commander Demi. As long as he''s not found by the Crown Prince. You can continue monitoring their moves, Commander Demi. I''ll just stay here." Rose dismissed Commander Demi, and his footsteps faded into the distance. Lady Rose''s gaze turned back to Matthias, who was blushing and looking uneasy, his eyes avoiding hers.

    "Are you alright?" Lady Rose asked, her hand reaching out to touch his thigh, her fingers brushing against his skin.

    Matthias froze, his eyes widening in surprise, his face burning with embarrassment. He shoved Lady Rose''s hand away, but she simply smirked and placed her hand between his thighs, her fingers tracing the outline of his erection.

    "Does it feel painful?" she asked, her voice teasing, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You haven''t released it since last night?"

    Matthias nodded, his face burning with embarrassment, his eyes avoiding hers.

    Lady Rose stood up, her eyes locked on Matthias''s alluring expression, her gaze burning with intensity. "It''s my fault, why you''re like this." She smiled mischievously, her lips curling upward. "Let me at least do something."

    As she gazed at Matthias, she thought to herself, ''The mighty Undead Knight, Matthias, sits in front of me, his usual composure shattered by a surprisingly lascivious gaze.''

    ***

    Rose stood before her palace''s gate, flanked by her advisors, servants, and knights, as she faced off against Crown Prince Nicolas and his guards. "I told you, the thing you''re looking for isn''t here, Crown Prince," she said formally, her voice firm but polite.

    The Crown Prince''s expression remained stiff, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Before you barged in and ruined my property, make sure to check your information straight," Rose continued, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "I''m sure this event will spread like wildfire among nobles and houses. What would you think? The headline would be, ''The Wright Family used force to barge into the Magrave estate without proper investigations''."

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    Crown Prince Nicolas sneered. "But what would people think, Lady Rose? They''ll think you stole from us."

    Rose''s smile was icy. "I''m the second-richest person on the continent. There''s no material possession I don''t have that the first-rich estate has. You''re not looking for something I possess; you''re trying to intimidate me."

    The Crown Prince''s smirk faltered for a moment before he regained his composure. "You''re getting cocky, Lady Rose. I guess your father''s death ignited something in you."

    Rose''s gaze turned glacial. "Be aware of your actions, Crown Prince. The wind is changing, and I can feel it."

    The Crown Prince''s gaze darted to Rose''s advisors and knights, their faces etched with undisguised animosity. The unspoken truth hung in the air: the Crown Prince''s involvement in Lord Magrave''s murder was a poorly kept secret within their circles. "Control your people, Rose," the Crown Prince sneered. "They''re staring at me like they want to rip my throat out."

    Rose''s smile was a thin, cold line. "Commander Demi, Captain Dante, kindly escort the Crown Prince and his guards off my estate."

    As the Crown Prince departed, Rose turned to Lady Mulan. "Calculate the damages they caused and send the bill to the Capital. I''m sure the Wright Family will be obligated to pay."

    Mulan nodded, her expression stern. "I''ll make sure to include the time consumed by our servants cleaning up the mess they made."

    Rose''s gaze turned back to the departing Crown Prince. "If the Capital doesn''t compensate us for the damages, they''ll look like thugs bullying houses. That''s not good for their reputation, and the houses might make them rethink which estate should be the new capital."

    A cool breeze of wind sweep behind Rose. A hint of determination and revenge through her eyes. She though, ''The wind is changing, and the Rose is ablaze. One way or another, the fire within the Magrave house will consume you, Crown Prince.''

    ***

    Rose sat across from Commander Demi and Captain Dante in the meeting room, her expression serious. "Have you ensured the Crown Prince and his guards were escorted out of our estate without any escaping or going unaccounted for?"

    Commander Demi nodded. "Captain Dante and I personally escorted the Crown Prince''s carriage and every Crown Prince''s guard had an escort with our own, Lady Rose. We guaranteed no one was left behind."

    Rose nodded, her eyes locked onto the two men. "I assume you''re wondering why I hid Matthias from the Crown Prince." She sighed, collecting her thoughts. "The Crown Prince''s objective is clear: to capture Matthias within our walls."

    "When I first met Matthias, he was imprisoned in the Capital''s dungeon," Rose began, her voice laced with concern. "The rumors about the Emperor''s fascination with exotic creatures are true. I witnessed it firsthand in his secret dungeon. When a great war comes, it''s likely the Emperor will unleash those creatures." Rose''s gaze intensified. "You''ve seen Matthias''s strength, Commander Demi. You''ve monitored him, trained him. He''s different from other knights."

    "That''s why the Emperor came here, turning our Palace upside down to find him," Rose emphasized. "The Emperor values his reputation above all. Despite the potential backlash, they''re willing to risk it to capture Matthias. That''s how valuable he is to them."

    Commander Demi''s expression turned thoughtful. "I understand now, Lady Rose. We must make Matthias our ally. When war comes, he''ll be a powerful asset on the battlefield."

    Rose nodded, her eyes locked onto the two men. "I''ve known Matthias since our journey together. He saved me from those knights." Her voice took on a solemn tone. "Matthias endured unimaginable suffering in that dungeon. I implore you, treat him with fairness and dignity. Can I trust you to do so?"

    Commander Demi and Captain Dante nodded in unison, their expressions somber. "You have our word, Lady Rose," Commander Demi assured her.

    Rose''s gaze turned intense. "This conversation remains between us. When Matthias''s true nature is revealed, he''ll face intense scrutiny." Commander Demi and Captain Dante exchanged a glance before nodding again. "You can count on our discretion, Lady Rose," Captain Dante said.

    However, Commander Demi''s expression turned grave. "Lady Rose, may I request permission to... eliminate Matthias if he ever poses a threat to your safety?"

    Rose''s smile was tinged with amusement. "You still don''t trust him, Commander Demi."

    Commander Demi''s voice took on a paternal tone. "Forgive me, Lady Rose, but as your family''s Commander Knight, I''ve watched you grow. You''re like a daughter to me, and I couldn''t bear the thought of you suffering. Creatures like Matthias, with unknown origins and unpredictable nature, can be hazardous."

    Rose''s heart swelled at Commander Demi''s words, and she nodded softly. "You have my permission, Commander Demi."

 CHAPTER 9

    The emperor''s thunderous voice echoed through the throne room, making the walls seem to tremble. "Are you truly that foolish, Nicolas?" He sat on his throne, his face a picture of disdain.

    The news of the Crown Prince''s debacle at the Magrave estate had spread like wildfire, and the emperor was livid. "I simply wanted to find that creature as soon as possible, Father," Nicolas explained, his head bowed in deference. "That woman was the last person to have contact with it."

    Just then, the door swung open, and a servant entered. "Emperor, a letter from the Magrave estate." The servant approached the throne and handed the letter to the emperor.

    The emperor''s expression darkened as he read the letter. His eyebrow knotted in anger. "You left a trail of destruction at her estate. You allowed your men to destroy some of her properties, and now she demands compensation." The emperor shook his head, disappointment etched on his face.

    He turned to the servant. "Give this letter to the Master of Coin. Let him handle the matter." The servant bowed and retreated from the throne room.

    The emperor''s gaze fell upon Nicolas, his eyes blazing with anger. "Our reputation has suffered greatly because of your reckless actions. You wish to prove your worth as a ruler, yet you behave like a fool. If you continue to tarnish our reputation, the majority of the houses will demand a new ruler, and many will want the Magrave house to govern the North. You will have nothing left to rule."

    Nicolas trembled, his voice barely above a whisper. "I-I''m sorry, Father. I know I made a mistake."

    The emperor''s voice was laced with regret. "I should have had another heir..." He trailed off, his eyes fixed on Nicolas.

    "Did you at least find the creature?" the emperor asked, his tone hopeful.

    Nicolas shook his head. "I''m sorry, Father. I didn''t find anything."

    The emperor''s face fell, disappointment written across his features. "If any gruesome murders or disturbing news arise, you will be the one to cover it up. Your recklessness has brought this upon us."

    Nicolas''s determination returned. "I will find him, Father. Let me search for him. He may not have gone far from the North."

    The emperor nodded. "Do as you please, but if his trail leads to a noble house, exercise caution this time."

    Nicolas bowed. "I will, Father."

    The emperor''s expression turned calculating. "I have found you another woman. The East Side Crown Princess. Securing her hand in marriage will strengthen our alliance with them. You must treat her with the respect and care she deserves."

    Nicolas nodded, a hint of determination in his voice. "I will, Father."

    The emperor''s voice was firm. "By early spring, she will be introduced as your new Crown Princess. When you impregnate her, the North will be yours."

    Nicolas''s eyes burned with determination. "I will not fail you, Father."

    ***

    As spring''s warmth awakened the landscape, Rose stepped onto her balcony, breathing in the fresh air. The once-barren fields now teemed with green life, and the structures of her city wore vibrant hues. She closed her eyes, letting the gentle breeze carry the sweet scent of blooming flowers. Her thoughts drifted back to the winter''s end, when Matthias would often visit her in her room, and they would share intimate moments together, stealing glances and touches in the secret spaces of her chamber. She also recalled the times Matthias helped her bathe, scrubbing her back with gentle care, a privilege she had promised him before. Now, as she stood on her balcony, Rose felt a flutter in her chest, remembering the tender way Matthias''s hands had touched her skin.

    "This will be a good season," she whispered, a sense of optimism washing over her.

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    A soft knock at the door broke the serenity. A servant entered, bearing a formal expression. "Lady Rose, an invitation has arrived from the Capital."

    Rose''s curiosity piqued, she accepted the invitation and unfolded it. Her eyes scanned the elegant script, and a hint of a sneer played on her lips.

    "They''re inviting me to a welcome party for the new Crown Princess," she murmured, memories of her past life resurfacing. She had received a similar invitation back then, but grief over her father''s passing had kept her away.

    The servant''s voice interrupted her reverie. "Will you attend the welcome party, Lady Rose?"

    Rose pondered, her gaze drifting toward the vibrant landscape. This time, she decided, would be different. "I will attend," she said finally, a hint of determination in her voice. "Please summon the dressmaker. I wouldn''t want people to think I''m resentful about the Crown Prince''s new bride."

    The servant nodded, a faint smile on their face. "As you wish, Lady Rose."

    ***

    Rose stood in the guest room, surrounded by her servants and the dressmaker. The dressmaker showcased three exquisite gowns, each one highlighting Rose''s refined features.

    "What do you think of these gowns, Lady Rose?" the dressmaker asked, his eyes shining with pride. "I envisioned you wearing them, and I must say, you would look stunning."

    Rose examined each gown, but none captured her attention. "Do you have more?" she inquired.

    The dressmaker hesitated. "A-ah, yes, Lady Rose, but these gowns aren''t your usual style. They were designed for another lady of the house."

    Rose''s curiosity piqued. "Show me."

    The dressmaker nodded and excused himself. He returned with a large chest, accompanied by two guards. After the guards departed, the dressmaker revealed three more daring outfits.

    Anna, the head servant, stepped forward, her expression disapproving. "I don''t think these are suitable for a formal event, especially one hosted by the Capital."

    Rose smiled mischievously. "I want to try something new, Anna. I''m tired of being seen as a composed, formal, and respected lady. I want to show the Crown Prince that I''m not just a one-dimensional woman."

    The dressmaker''s eyes sparkled with understanding. "You plan to outshine the new Crown Princess, Lady Rose."

    Rose''s smirk confirmed the dressmaker''s suspicion. He presented a soft, blush pink gown that exuded elegance and sophistication. The floor-length, strapless evening gown featured delicate, hand-beaded floral patterns and a sweetheart-shaped neckline.

    "It''s beautiful," Rose breathed, "but I feel exposed."

    The dressmaker''s face fell, but Rose''s next suggestion revitalized him. "Add sleeves, but only from the bust to the wrist, and don''t attach them to the gown."

    The dressmaker beamed. "You have an excellent imagination, Lady Rose. I''ll create it as soon as possible."

    As the dressmaker packed his belongings, Rose instructed Anna to guide him to Lady Mulan''s office. Rose then departed for the training grounds, accompanied by two servants.

    Her thoughts wandered to her father, and a pang of sadness struck her heart. ''I must convince the other houses to support me when I start a rebellion. It''s the only way to ensure that Father''s death brought to justice.''

    Rose''s thoughts drifted away, and she didn''t realize she had arrived at the training grounds until Daimon, Commander Demi''s right-hand man, approached her.

    "Lady Rose, it''s a surprise to see you here," Daimon said, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

    The topless knights paused their sparring session, their attention drawn to Rose''s conversation with Daimon. Rose''s gaze met Matthias'', who was staring at her intensely.

    "Unfortunately, Commander Demi is out. He''s at Aspire Street with Captain Dante," Daimon informed her.

    Rose shook her head. "I''m not looking for him."

    Daimon''s eyes narrowed slightly. "Is there something I can assist you with, Lady Rose?"

    Rose''s expression turned determined. "I''ll be attending a party at the Capital in two days. I need an escort. Is there someone willing to accompany me?"

    Daimon''s eyebrows rose. "It''s an honor, Lady Rose, but why not accept a nobleman''s invitation?"

    Rose''s lips curled into a wry smile. "I doubt any nobleman would dare ask me to be his escort. It''s a welcome party for the new Crown Princess."

    Daimon''s expression turned understanding. "And people might stir up rumors."

    Rose nodded. "I''ll be your escort, Lady Rose," Daimon offered, a hint of a smile on his lips. "I''ve practiced proper noble etiquette ¡ª"

    Before Daimon could continue, Matthias stepped forward, his eyes burning with eagerness. "I want to go with you, Lady Rose."

    Rose''s heart skipped a beat as she recalled a rumor from her past life - a rumor about Matthias and the Crown Princess having an intimate relationship. A rumor that could resurface and ruin everything.

    Rose''s expression turned firm. "Unfortunately, this is a formal gathering. Daimon is more suited to accompany me."

    Matthias'' face fell, and he turned away, his footsteps heavy with disappointment.

    Rose''s gaze followed him before turning back to Daimon. "Inform Commander Demi to go easy on you. Condition yourself for the next two days, and reach out to Lady Mulan to secure funds for a suitable attire."

    Daimon nodded, his expression serious.

    Rose''s voice dropped to a whisper. "And as for Matthias... Tell Anna to teach him proper noble etiquette."

    Daimon''s eyes sparkled with understanding, and he nodded before departing.

 CHAPTER 10

    Rose sat in front of her dressing table, brushing her hair as she gazed into the mirror. The soft glow of the candles illuminated her face, highlighting the gentle curves of her features. As she worked out a particularly stubborn tangle, she noticed a figure standing behind her.

    "Your here," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She stood up, turning to face Matthias.

    Matthias''s eyes blazed with intensity, his jaw clenched in frustration. "Why?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing. "You like him more than me?"

    Rose''s hands reached out, cupping Matthias''s face as she shook her head. "I like you more," she said, her voice filled with conviction. "But we''re going to the Capital, and the Crown Prince and the Emperor will notice you if you go there."

    Matthias''s eyes narrowed, his face twisted in anger. "I don''t care about that! They won''t notice me because I am different now." he growled, his hands grasping her wrists like a vice. "I care about being with you."

    Rose''s heart skipped a beat as she felt a shiver run down her spine. This is the first time, she saw Matthias angry face. She tried to pull her hands away, but Matthias''s grip was too strong.

    "I have some business to discuss with noble guests there," she said, her voice a soft murmur. "And if I let you come with me, you''d be noticeable. You looked new to these people and they will ask questions about you."

    Matthias''s face contorted in rage, his eyes blazing with fury. "You''re just trying to get rid of me," he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. "You don''t want me around."

    Rose''s eyes widened as she realized the danger she was in. Matthias''s grip on her wrists was tightening, his fingers digging into her skin like talons.

    "Matthias, please," she whispered, trying to reason with him. "I''m just trying to protect you."

    But Matthias''s anger only seemed to grow. His eyes flashed with fury, his face twisted in a snarl.

    "I don''t need your protection," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "I need you to be with me, I should be the one protecting you."

    Rose''s heart was racing as she realized that Matthias was capable of harming her if she didn''t favor him. She tried to think of a way to calm him down, but her mind was blank.

    Just as it seemed like Matthias was about to snap, he suddenly released her wrists and stepped back, his chest heaving with rage.

    "I''ll behave," he growled, his eyes still blazing with fury. "But you have to promise me one thing."

    Rose''s eyes locked onto his, her heart still racing with fear. "What''s that?" she whispered.

    Matthias''s eyes narrowed, his face twisted in a snarl. "You have to promise me that you''ll come back to me," he growled. "And that you''ll never leave me again."

    Rose''s heart skipped a beat as she realized the true extent of Matthias''s obsession. She tried to think of a way to escape, but her mind was blank.

    "I promise," she whispered, trying to placate him.

    Matthias''s eyes flashed with triumph, his face twisted in a cruel smile. "Good," he growled. "I''ll be waiting for you."

    As Rose watched him turn and leave, she couldn''t shake the feeling that she was in grave danger. Matthias''s obsession with her was growing by the day, and she had a feeling that he would stop at nothing to keep her by his side.

    But even as she felt a shiver run down her spine, she couldn''t help but wonder...what would happen to the rebellion without Matthias? Would they still be able to succeed without his cunning and ruthlessness?

    Was she willing to risk everything to keep Matthias by her side?

    ***

    Two days had passed since Rose last saw Matthias, and she couldn''t shake off the feeling of unease. Standing in front of her long mirror, she gazed at her reflection, adorned in a stunning floor-length, strapless evening gown. The delicate, hand-beaded floral patterns sparkled in the light, and the sweetheart-shaped neckline framed her face perfectly. The overall effect was breathtaking, and Rose''s servants couldn''t help but gasp in admiration. The piece of necklace the White Lady gave her gleamed in the light, a reminder of the extraordinary event that had changed her life forever - the day she traveled back in time and received the necklace as a gift.

    "You look stunning, Lady Rose," one of the maids complimented, breaking the silence.

    Rose smiled lightly, her mind still preoccupied with thoughts of Matthias. "I hope he''s alright," she whispered to herself.

    With a gentle nod, Rose signaled her servants to follow her. Together, they walked through the corridor, down the staircase, and finally reached the front door. At the end of the outside staircase, Daimon, Commander Demi, and a few guards on horseback awaited her arrival.

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    Commander Demi dismounted his horse and approached Rose, his eyes scanning her attire. "You look stunning, Lady Rose," he repeated the maid''s compliment.

    "Let me escort you to the end of our estate, Lady Rose," Commander Demi offered, his expression serious.

    Rose nodded graciously, aware of the gravity of the situation. As they prepared to depart for the capital, the weight of her responsibilities and the danger that lay ahead settled upon her.

    "From outside the estate, our Lady''s life is in your hands, Daimon," Commander Demi instructed, his voice firm. "Even in the Capital, your priority is Lady Rose."

    Daimon''s expression turned resolute. "You can count on me, Commander Demi. I won''t let you down."

    With a reassuring smile, Daimon offered his hand to help Rose into the carriage. "Let''s go, Lady Rose."

    Rose took his hand, her slender fingers wrapping around his as she stepped into the carriage. Daimon followed, taking his place beside her.

    As the carriage began to move, Rose gazed out the window, her thoughts drifting back to Matthias. Where was he now? Was he safe?

    Unbeknownst to Rose, Matthias stood hidden in the shadows, watching the scene unfold before him. His eyes narrowed as he gazed at Daimon, his mind racing with thoughts of how to make Rose rely solely on him. He couldn''t bear the thought of her trusting anyone else, especially not Daimon.

    "I''ll make sure she needs me, and only me." Matthias whispered to himself, his voice barely audible over the sound of the carriage wheels.

    With a silent vow, Matthias turned around, leaving Rose to her journey, unaware of the secrets and plans that swirled in Matthias''s mind.

    ***

    The silence between them was piercing, the only sound of the gentle rocking of the carriage. Since leaving the estate, neither Rose nor Daimon had spoken a word, each lost in their own thoughts. But as the carriage continued on its journey, Rose suddenly broke the silence.

    "Have you been to banquets?" she asked, her voice clear and melodious.

    Daimon''s eyes snapped towards her, his expression guarded. "Twice, Lady Rose," he replied, his voice measured. "When you hosted a banquet for your engagement to the Crown Prince, and on your 20th birthday. I was on guarding duty inside the guest hall. Anna also taught me proper noble etiquette."

    "It was Commander Demi''s request," he added, his eyes never leaving Rose''s face.

    R ose''s curiosity was piqued. "I haven''t asked you before, Daimon," she said, her voice softer now. "Where are you from?"

    Daimon''s expression turned somber, his eyes clouding over. "I don''t know, Lady Rose," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "All I remember is escaping a burning house as a child. I heard a woman''s screams, but everything else is a blur. As I grew older, I assumed it was my mother''s scream."

    Rose''s heart went out to Daimon, her eyes filled with compassion. "That must have been terrifying for you," she said, her voice full of empathy.

    Daimon''s eyes dropped, his voice barely audible. "Commander Demi adopted me that day. He saw me escaping the burning house."

    Rose''s curiosity got the better of her. "Haven''t you asked Commander Demi what happened that day?" she asked, her voice gentle.

    Daimon''s eyes snapped up, his expression guarded. "I-I don''t want to go back to that memory, Lady Rose," he said, his voice firm.

    Rose''s heart went out to Daimon, her eyes filled with compassion. She reached out, her hand touching Daimon''s arm. "You''re safe now." she said, her voice soft.

    Daimon''s eyes met Rose''s, his expression softening. He reached up, his hand touching the locket that hung around his neck. It was a small, intricately carved silver locket, secured with a delicate chain.

    "This has been with me my whole life," Daimon said, his voice low and introspective. "It''s the only thing I have left from my past."

    Rose''s eyes widened as she took in the sight of the locket. "What''s inside?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

    Daimon''s eyes clouded over, his expression hesitant. But then, with a gentle touch, he opened the locket, revealing a small, blue gemstone nestled inside.

    "It''s a Painite," Daimon said, his voice filled with a sense of wonder. "A rare blue gemstone. I''ve never seen another like it."

    Rose''s eyes met Daimon''s, her expression filled with curiosity and compassion. She reached out, her hand touching the locket, her fingers brushing against Daimon''s.

    Daimon''s eyes locked onto Rose''s, his gaze burning with intensity. For a moment, they just looked at each other, the tension between them palpable.

    Rose smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. When Daimon saw Rose''s genuine smile to him, he suddenly realized that he is loving Rose from the very beginning, with their two different worlds. He is secretly loving her from afar, just by having a glimpse of Rose would satisfy him, and marrying her is too much to ask for the gods.

    "Thank you, Lady Rose," Daimon said, his voice low and rough. "Just talking about it...it helps." He said and closed the locket and secured it inside his suit.

    "You know," Rose suddenly changed the topic, "if only I wasn''t betrothed to the Crown Prince at a young age, maybe we could have been friends."

    Daimon''s heart skipped a beat as he listened to Rose''s words. He felt a surge of hope, a sense that maybe, just maybe, he had a chance with her.

    "When I was young, my mother and father didn''t want me to talk to another young noble son or even locals," Rose continued. "It was also the same with the Crown Prince. The two families assured that the Crown Prince and I would rely on each other''s company."

    Daimon''s eyes met Rose''s, his expression filled with longing. He couldn''t believe what he was hearing.

    "I''ve been eager to talk to you since I was a child," Rose said, her voice filled with sincerity. "I kept asking myself, ''who''s the other young boy roaming around my palace?''"

    Rose looked at Daimon, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Maybe this is the right time for us."

    Daimon suddenly felt his heart was racing, his pulse pounding in his ears.

    "A-Actually, I am also eager to have a conversation with you when I was a kid, Lady Rose," Daimon said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But Commander strictly told me not to talk to the Young Lady. That''s why when I see you passing by, I turn from the other way to avoid conflict."

    Rose''s smile faltered, her eyes filled with a deep sadness. But then, she looked at Daimon, her expression softening.

    "I''m glad we''re talking now," Rose said, her voice barely above a whisper.

    Daimon''s eyes met Rose''s, his gaze burning with intensity. He felt like he was drowning in her eyes, like he was losing himself in their depths. "I am glad, too."

 CHAPTER 11

    The carriage suddenly halted, and Rose looked at Daimon inquiringly. "What''s going on?" she asked.

    Daimon leaned forward, looking out the window. "It seems the guards are inspecting the carriage," he said.

    Rose nodded, watching as the guards checked the carriage. One of the guards approached the window and bowed.

    "Invitation letter, please," he said.

    Rose rummaged through her bag and produced the letter. She handed it to the guard, who inspected it carefully before handing it back.

    "Thank you, Lady Rose," he said, bowing.

    The carriage resumed its journey, passing through the gates of the Capital. As they entered the city, Rose noticed that the streets were surprisingly clean and empty. Not a single beggar or vendor was in sight, and the streets were spotless.

    "It''s unusual to see the Capital like this," Rose said, her voice filled with curiosity.

    Daimon looked out the window, his eyes wide with wonder. "I''ve never been to the Capital before," he said. "I''ve heard stories, but I never imagined it would be like this."

    Rose smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "The Capital is always like this when there are important visitors," she said. "They want to make a good impression."

    As they continued on their journey, Daimon noticed that there were guards stationed at every alleyway, their eyes watchful and alert.

    "There are a lot of guards," Daimon said, his voice low. "It seems they''re taking no chances."

    Rose nodded, her expression serious. "They want to prevent anyone from disrupting the carriages on their way to the palace," she said.

    Daimon''s eyes met Rose''s, his expression thoughtful. "The Wright estate being the Capital is just a title," Rose continued. "If we become the Capital, we will become the first rich estate, without the taxes they''re taking from the houses. Their only income is from the establishments and one mining site, which I heard will be depleted in about three years."

    Daimon''s eyes narrowed, his expression thoughtful. "The Capital must be threatened by your standing, Lady Rose," he said.

    Rose''s eyes flashed with determination. "I will be talking to other houses, Daimon. This conversation is secret; you can report it to Commander Demi only."

    Daimon nodded, his expression somber. "Rest assured, Lady Rose, I''ll keep everything I''ve heard confidential."

    The carriage continued on its journey, passing through the quiet streets of the Capital. The only sound was the clatter of hooves on the cobblestone streets and the occasional shout of a guard.

    As they approached the palace, Rose''s nerves began to flutter. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead.

    The carriage finally came to a stop in front of the palace. Daimon opened the door and stepped down, offering his hand to Rose. She took it, her heart pounding in her chest.

    A large staircase loomed before them, lined with nobles and guards. Rose''s eyes locked onto the palace, her heart pounding with determination. This was it. If she convinced most of the houses, the Wright Estate would fall.

    As a gentleman, Daimon offer the courtesy holding and Rose gladly put her arm around Daimon''s forearm. Rose lift her skirt when they walked up the stairs.

    As they entered the grand throne hall, the lavish decorations and furnishings of the Wright Family''s palace unfolded before them. The high, vaulted ceiling was adorned with intricate frescoes, depicting scenes of great battles. Crystal chandeliers refracted the light of a thousand candles, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the polished marble floor.

    The room was filled with the cream of society, all dressed in their finest attire. The air was thick with the scent of perfume, wine, and the faint hint of smoke from the candelabras. Rose''s arrival sparked a flurry of whispers and sideways glances, as the assembled guests couldn''t help but speculate about her bravery and the circumstances surrounding her punishment by the Emperor.

    Rose stood tall, seemingly impervious to the gossiping crowd. Suddenly, a woman appeared before her, a bright smile on her face. "Lady Rose, your dress suits you perfectly. You look different today," Lady Sandra said, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

    Without warning, Sandra grasped Rose''s arm and gently pulled her away from Daimon. Although Rose lost her balance for a moment, Daimon casually followed them, his eyes scanning the room.

    Sandra expertly navigated the crowds, searching for a quieter spot. She finally found a secluded corner and leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. "I never thought you''d attend this event," she murmured. "Especially considering...your past actions and your former title as Crown Princess." Daimon''s positioned himself discreetly beside Rose, his eyes fixed on the surrounding crowd as he ensured her safety.

    Sandra and Rose had formed a close bond during Rose''s stay at the Wright Palace, where Sandra served under the Master of Coin. Rose smiled wryly. "If I''d stayed hidden away in my palace, people would think I''m still bitter about everything."

    Sandra nodded in understanding. "The palace isn''t the same without you, Lady Rose. It''s been much quieter since you left."

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    Rose''s curiosity got the better of her. "Have you seen the new Crown Princess?" she asked.

    Sandra shook her head. "Not yet, Lady Rose. She''s supposed to arrive today. I''ve heard she''s from the East side, and there''s rumors the Emperor will make an important announcement to all the nobles. That''s why every noble family has been invited."

    Daimon''s hand came to rest on Rose''s shoulder, and she turned to him, her eyes meeting his. He leaned in, his voice barely audible as he whispered, "There''s growing tension between the East and West sides, Lady Rose. I suspect the Emperor will announce a war to defend the West side."

    Rose''s gaze drifted away, her mind racing. ''So that''s it,'' she thought. ''This is where Matthias'' blade will be drawn.''

    Sandra''s eyes narrowed, her expression thoughtful. "That would be a probable announcement, given the current climate. Your time with Commander Demi has clearly honed your instincts, Lady Rose."

    Daimon bowed his head slightly. "Thank you, Lady Rose."

    The crowd fell silent as the Wright Family and East Side Family descended the staircase and took their seats in the ceremonial chairs. At the center, Crown Prince Nicolas sat flanked by the Emperor and Empress on his left, and the East Side Crown Princess, East Emperor, East Empress, and the Crown Princess''s two brothers on his right. The two princes gazed out at the crowd with an air of curiosity and haughtiness.

    Everyone gasped at the breathtaking beauty of the Crown Princess. Her natural silver hair cascaded down her back like a river of moonlight, and her blue eyes sparkled like sapphires in the light. Her pale skin glowed with a subtle radiance, and her red lips curved into a gentle smile. Her slender body and tall figure seemed to embody the very essence of elegance.

    Rose''s gaze lingered on the East Crown Princess, a faint tinge of envy crossing her mind. ''I see why Matthias fell in love with her,'' she thought. ''Her beauty is truly captivating.''

    Just then, Sandra turned to Rose and whispered, "Lady Rose, I must join my family. If you''ll excuse me." With a gentle wave, Sandra slipped away, her silk dress whispering softly as she navigated the crowd to find her family.

    Daimon stood beside Rose, his eyes fixed on her with a mixture of admiration and concern. She wrapped her hand around his forearm, feeling a sense of reassurance at his solid presence.

    An announcer came forward, his voice booming through the room as he called out the names of the noble families. The crowd murmured and shifted, their eyes fixed on the announcer with varying degrees of excitement and boredom.

    Rose''s gaze drifted to Daimon, noticing the faint tension in his stance. "I''m kinda nervous, Lady Rose," he whispered.

    Rose offered a reassuring smile. "I''m here, Daimon. Just walk and bow your head."

    Daimon nodded, his expression easing slightly as he steeled himself for their introduction.

    As the announcer''s voice boomed once more, Rose and Daimon stepped forward. "May I present to you, The Rose of Magrave Family, and Daimon Fullbuster."

    With dignified strides, they glided along the crimson carpet, the crowd parting to create a pathway. Gasps rippled through the assembly as those who hadn''t noticed Rose before caught sight of her. Eyes widened in surprise and curiosity, fixed intently on her as she walked by.

    The Crown Prince sneered to himself, his eyes narrowing as he watched Rose and Daimon approach. ''Does she think that by coming here and change her preference on dresses, I''ll change my mind and want her back? I''m sorry, Rose, but I find the new Crown Princess more suitable to carry the Wright Family''s future.''

    The Empress suddenly frowned as Rose and Daimon approached, her eyes fixed on Daimon with a mixture of confusion and shock. ''Have I seen that guy before? He looks familiar.''

    The Empress glanced at the Emperor, who looked equally shocked. In a flash of realization, the Empress understood that the man beside Rose looked like the Emperor when he was younger, except for his jet-black hair, which he must have inherited from his mother.

    The Empress bit her lip, her mind racing with the implications. ''If he''s the son of that woman, then he''s the Emperor''s son. This can''t be? I was there when they burned down the mansion. The news said they both died in the fire, but why is this kid still alive? And worse, he''s with the Rose Magrave.''

    Rose bowed alongside Daimon and quickly moved to the other side, her eyes fixed on the Empress and Emperor with a hint of curiosity. Before she bowed, Rose noticed the Empress''s and Emperor''s expressions, her mind whirling with possibilities.

    "Interesting," Rose murmured, her voice barely audible.

    "Did you say something, Lady Rose?" Daimon asked, his eyes fixed on her with concern.

    Rose shook her head, her smile enigmatic. "It''s nothing, Daimon."

    The East Crown Princess continued to stare at Rose, her intense gaze making Rose look back at her. The air seemed to vibrate with tension as their eyes met.

    ''She must know that I''m the former Crown Princess,'' Rose thought to herself, her mind racing with the implications.

    As the announcer''s voice boomed through the throne room, signaling the final family''s courtesy to the Emperor, the air grew thick with anticipation. Everyone waited with bated breath for the Emperor''s announcement.

    "First of all, I would like to introduce to all of you, The Byrd Family, The Crown Princess Isabella Byrd. " the Emperor declared, his voice echoing off the stone walls.

    The Crown Princess, Isabella, stood up and stepped forward, her silver hair gleaming in the light. She bowed elegantly, her blue eyes flashing with a hint of pride. As she returned to her sit, the room erupted into a chorus of whispers and gasps.

    The Emperor''s expression turned solemn, his eyes sweeping the room. "The North and East side have had a friendly relation from the very beginning. In times of war, when the West and South side are preparing to attack us, we have always stood together, united against our enemies."

    Rose shifted uncomfortably, her eyes rolling in frustration. "Why doesn''t he just get to the point?" she muttered under her breath.

    The Emperor continued, his voice growing more resolute. "By marrying my son, Crown Prince Nicolas, and Emperor Herald''s daughter, Crown Princess Isabella, we will forge an unbreakable bond between our nations. This union will strengthen our nation and secure our future."

    A murmur of approval rippled through the room, but Rose''s eyes narrowed. She sensed that there was more to the Emperor''s announcement than met the eye.

    The Emperor''s expression turned grave, his voice taking on a somber tone. "You are all aware of the growing tension between the East side and West side. I have received intelligence that the South side is planning to ally with the West."

    The room fell silent, the nobles exchanging worried glances.

    The Emperor''s voice cut through the tension, his words dripping with gravity. "I, the North Emperor, hereby summon 70 percent of your armies, every noble house, to march west and defend our nation."

    A collective gasp echoed through the room, followed by a chorus of shocked whispers. However, some individuals, including Rose and Daimon, remained composed, having anticipated this announcement beforehand.

    "If any of you refuse to spare your soldiers and knights," the Emperor continued, his voice unwavering, "then the sons and daughters of your houses will take their place on the battlefield."

    The room erupted into a uproar of outraged protests and worried murmurs, the nobles shocked by the Emperor''s decree. Rose''s eyes never left the Emperor, her expression unreadable. "We shall see how much blood is spilled for the mountain that holds gold."