While new passions simred and fresh alliances ford in the banquet hall, sothing swift and rciless was happening to Lady Yui de Linne.
The mont Randel declared the engagent dissolved, Yui’s world did not rely collapse—it exploded, leaving behind only a deafening ringing in her ears and an icy void. She did not rember being escorted from the hall. The Eichenwald butler, a man with a face carved from granite and impeccable manners, materialized beside her as if from thin air.
“Lady Yui, allow to see you out,” he said, his voice admitting no argunt.
She followed him like an automaton, her feet numb beneath her. Her maid, pale as death, was already waiting in her chambers, where trunks had been packed in re minutes. The Eichenwald servants could not be accused of dawdling.
“My father…” she tried to protest, but her voice cracked. “Duke de Linne…”
“Your father has already been inford,” the butler replied coolly. “The carriage awaits at the side entrance. For your own convenience, to avoid… undue attention.”
“Undue attention.” It ant they were throwing her out like a thief—secretly, in the dark, so her presence would not further tarnish the great House of Eichenwald.
The journey through the corridors felt eternal. Every glance from a servant, every whisper behind her back, struck her like the lash of a whip. Humiliation burned inside her like acid. She did not cry. Tears would co later, when she was alone. For now, only one thought drove her—one na seared into her mind in blazing white letters: The Guardian.
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She… she took everything. Everything! Her thoughts raged, furious and powerless. My place. My title. My future. His… his gaze, which was supposed to belong to alone!
The carriage lurched into motion, carrying her away from the glittering palace into the night. Only then, in the rattling darkness, did rage give way to soul-chilling fear. What would her father say? Duke de Linne was a proud and ambitious man. He had given his daughter to the Eichenwald heir not out of love, but for alliance. Now that alliance lay trampled—publicly, humiliatingly. She was no longer rely an unfortunate bride. She had beco a disgrace to her house. A bargaining chip discarded because soone more valuable had appeared.
She clenched her fists until her nails dug into her palms.
They will all pay for this. You will be destroyed. I swear it! she whispered into the darkness, and for the first ti her voice held not hysteria, but steely resolve. The Eichenwalds… and that golden whore. You will all regret daring to treat Yui de Linne this way.
Yet even through that fury word an icy thread of doubt. What if this Guardian truly was sothing greater? What if her power was real? And the most terrifying question of all: what if Randel… had never truly loved her?
That thought hurt more than any humiliation. And in the end, it was this thought that would decide whether Yui beca rely a pitiful exile… or a new, exceedingly dangerous enemy to House Eichenwald and their newfound holy patroness.
She was being carried away into the night, but her story in this saga was far from over.
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