Elen and the twins slipped away, leaving the high priest and their father to talk alone. They made their way to the garden to while away the time playing. When Elen noticed Chiara trailing her out of the corner of her eye, she didn't mention it to her brothers."Brother, I'm going to wash my hands at the fountain," Elen said to her brothers."Want me to come with you?" Elliot asked."No, don't worry, brother," Elen replied, flashing a smile."Okay, I'll go and check on father," Elliot said, giving Max a pat on the back to keep an eye on Elen. Elen grinned at her brothers' interaction and walked over to the fountain. As she reached the fountain, she saw Chiara following her from a distance, and a feeling of unease settled in her stomach."What do you want?" Elen said, as she saw Chiara peeking from behind the wall."Oh, I was found," Chiara chuckled, stepping out in front of Elen. "So, you are the orphan that my father wants."Elen just stared at her. She thought that Chiara was still
Elen felt a surge of relief as she realized she could now face Chiara without fear, knowing she had her family by her side to support her. It was a temporary comfort, but it meant she could stand and fight alongside them. As Elen made her way to the grand duke's carriage, she spotted her brothers waiting for her. The tension of the impending confrontation with Chiara was palpable, but the sight of her brothers waiting for her bolstered her spirits."Ellie!" Elliot's voice rang out as he waved her over.Elen felt a smile tug at the corners of her mouth as she responded, "Why are you still here, brother?""We're waiting for you," Elliot said, offering her a reassuring smile as he guided her inside the luxurious carriage."Thank you," Elen said, her voice filled with gratitude as she settled onto the plush seat, her eyes meeting her brothers' kind gazes.Elliot swiftly mounted his horse and took his place alongside the grand duke's knights as the carriage began its journey. Elen instinct
As Lucas and his mother journeyed from a faraway land, they fell into the clutches of the imperial family's knights. They were snatched and held captive in a desolate castle, far from the grandeur of the imperial castle. Lucas found himself confined to a barren room, with no one permitted to keep him company except during meal times."Mom, where are you?" Lucas implored as he gazed out the window.A week had passed since their abduction. Lucas awoke each day to find his mother absent. He called out for help, but his pleas echoed unheard through the empty corridors. With no knowledge of their whereabouts, one thing remained certain: the imperial family was responsible for their plight. The imposing figures of the knights, clad in the distinctive blue uniforms of the imperial family, served as a constant reminder of their captors' authority."Why did they kidnap us? What are their motives?" Lucas mused to himself, his mind swirling with questions. Suddenly, a man appeared at the door."W
The following day, Lucas found himself nursing the residual soreness from his intensive training session the day before. However, he resolved to endure the discomfort and managed to push himself through. Expectant and determined, he anticipated the impending history lesson with the arrival of a new teacher. He took his place in the library, eagerly awaiting the chance to further his studies and possibly uncover his family's history.A sharp knock at the door signaled the arrival of his new teacher. A stern-looking woman with glasses entered, her demeanor serious and focused. She introduced herself as Martha, the history teacher, and promptly laid down her expectations."I'm Martha, your history teacher," she announced. "Here are a few simple rules for my class. First, I expect you to listen attentively. Second, please save unrelated questions for after we've concluded a discussion. Lastly, your position within the empire holds no sway in this classroom; I will treat you like any other
As the lesson continued, Lucas listened attentively, knowing that he could start working on his plan. He already had an idea about the royal family and who he should be cautious of. Everything was beginning to make sense. Apparently, the emperor wanted him to compete with his legal son, Addison. But why? That was the question Lucas couldn't answer at the moment."Next, let's talk about the foundation of the kingdom," Martha said. "In the empire, we have grand duke, duke, marquis, earl, viscount, and baron.""Is the rank important?" Lucas asked."Yes, of course," Martha explained. "That means the higher rank you have, the more power and influence you hold."Lucas nodded, understanding the significance of rank in the empire."Okay, first let's talk about the grand duke," Martha continued. "In status, a grand duke traditionally ranks in order of precedence below an emperor, equal to a king, grand prince, archduke, or prince-archbishop, and above a sovereign prince or sovereign duke. In o
In the imperial palace, the air was filled with a sense of anticipation and buzzed with activity as the servants hurried to prepare for the visit of the grand duke of Brosethorn. The grand duke's impending arrival had set the palace into a flurry of activity, with everyone making sure that every detail was perfect for his short visit. The grand duke was no ordinary guest; he was also the father of the empress, and this visit was an important opportunity for the family to come together.Inside the grand hall, the emperor himself was preparing for the momentous occasion. It had been years since he had last seen the grand duke, and as he readied himself, he couldn't help but reflect on how much everything had changed. Leonel Brosethorn, as the grand duke was known, was once an ally. But as time passed and circumstances shifted, their relationship had become strained."Is everything okay, Your Majesty?" a concerned aide asked as he entered the room."Yes, everything is going smoothly," th
After the sumptuous meal in the grand hall, the emperor excused himself to attend to other matters. Meanwhile, the empress and the Grand Duke of Brosethorn made their way to the empress's chamber for a private conversation. Prince Addison, feeling the weight of the evening's events, decided to retire to his own chambers for some peace and quiet.As the empress and the Grand Duke settled into the comfortable chairs in the lavishly decorated chamber, the tension in the room was palpable. The Grand Duke of Brosethorn, a man of power and influence, spoke first, his voice laced with frustration. "How dare he challenge me like this?" he exclaimed, his brow furrowed in anger.Regina, the empress, poured her father a cup of steaming tea and took a seat across from him. She spoke calmly, her voice tinged with understanding. "I have been telling you, father, that Felipe has changed. He is not the man he once was," she said, handing him the tea.The Grand Duke of Brosethorn took a sip of the t
The next day, Addison was feeling excited and a bit nervous about the upcoming spar with his grandfather. The old man had been the one to teach him the ways of combat when he was just a six years old, but then he had suddenly left the capital without any explanation, leaving Addison to train on his own.As Addison got ready for the spar, he couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. He missed his grandfather and was eager to show him how much he had improved since they last trained together. His aid, a loyal servant who had been by his side for years, was there to help him prepare."Is everything okay?" Addison asked his aid, a hint of worry in his voice."Yes, your highness," the aid replied with a reassuring smile. "But after your spar with the grand duke, we need to attend the meeting with the sons of other nobles, and then you have your classes to attend."Addison let out a small sigh. "Why is my schedule always so packed?" he muttered to himself as he adjusted his training gear. B