Chapter 8
Luckily, one of my attendants picked it up for me before anyone over there noticed]
I never imagined my past was hiding such a deep, twisted mystery.
To uncover the truth, 1 had to play my role to perfection tonight
Just like Crown Prince Leopold told me. I walked out onstage and performed the piece called Moonlight Over the Tides
As soon as I finished, the hall erupted in thunderous applause.
But the Minister of War looked anything but pleased
Clutching my lute, I started walking back slowly.
Then suddenly, he called out to me
“You there. Come forward.”
I obeyed, stepping closer as a soft breeze caught my ved.]
Down below, Lord Edmund sat brooding with a glass of wine in his hand. []
He glanced up at me casually–then froze, furrowing his brows]
Something about me felt… familiar to him.
Almost like… Evelyn.]
He downed the rest of his wine, eyes now locked on me with intensity {}
Lord Richard Heartford caught the look, then followed his gaze–clearly not pleased]
“What the hell are you staring at?“]
Edmund shook his head quickly and muttered.]]
“It’s nothing.”
The Minister of War eyed me carefully
Then demanded, “Take off that veil. Let me see you clearty“]}
One of my attendants tried to stop him, but he yanked the veil off himself.
The moment my face was revealed, both Lord Edmund and Lord Richard froze in shock
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The Minister, on the other hand, leapt to his feet in terror]
“Guards! Guards! There’s a ghost! A ghost!“]]
Panic spread through the entire estate like wildfire.
In the chaos, Crown Prince Leopold’s men slipped me out unnoticed.]
I had no idea what part of my appearance could terrify the mighty Minister of War to that extent.
In the carriage, Leopold handed me a small box of plum tarts and said with a calm smile.
“Tomorrow, you’ll know everything.“]
That night, instead of returning to the palace, we arrived at a secluded estate I’d never seen before.
But as soon as I stepped into the courtyard, a strange wave of familiarity swept over me.]
That night, I slept deeper than I had in years.]
It felt like I had gone back to childhood-
Not the years I spent with the Heartfords, but even earlier.
Could this have once been… my home?
I awoke suddenly, drawn by the smell of food.]
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Chapter 8
Leopold was sitting by the window, gently ladling porridge into a bowl
This place used to belong to Lord Kingsley, the former High Magistrate,” he said.]
“But he and his wife died under mysterious circumstances, Only a daughter was left behind.“]
I began coughing violently, my mind racing.
I looked up at him. “You’re saying… I’m…”
“Yes,” he nodded, “You are their daughter.”
“And the ones who had your parents killed-
were none other than Duke Reginald Blackwood and the entire Heartford family.”
What?
The Heartfords?
No. That couldn’t be
As cold as they were, they’d raised me for fifteen years–why would they do that if they’d murdered my parents“]
