After the art exhibition concluded, the king, accompanied by the high-ranking officials, left in high spirits. The ladies also took their leave.

Given today's events, the Duke of Northwatch's household had likely solidified its position in the capital. Even Salvador himself had attended, which was a considerable honor.

As Heather prepared to depart, she felt a pang of dissatisfaction.

Carissa had arranged for a painting to be delivered to Helen, but Heather, her maternal aunt, had received none. The king or officials bought the paintings, and since her husband didn't attend, it was difficult for a woman like Heather to compete with the men for one

However, whether she bought one or not was one thing. Carissa should have at least given her a painting to show that bygones were bygones.

Yet, until her departure, Carissa had never mentioned it. She only curtsied and said, "Please take care of yourself, Aunt Heather."

Heather's smile was strained. "No need to trouble yourself with seeing me off."

One of the noblewomen, Stella, who was leaving with Heather, was known for her bluntness.

asked, "Why didn't Lady Sinclair give you a painting, Your Grace? You are her

her mistake. She quickly nodded respectfully and walked ahead, leaving

She regretted not bringing Leona to Helen's banquet earlier and then to

a laughingstock. Stella had asked the

Carissa's aunt, didn't handle things well, especially since she didn't come forward to support Carissa during the

could

princess consort and assumed her life was splendid, Yet, though Harvey was prince, he was timid

tall and making a mark on history, leaving a legacy that would benefit future generations. But the brutal end of her sister's

What if any of those spies were still alive? What if they

What, then?

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in Heather's position, she would likely have turned a blind eye as

it, the more aggrieved she felt. Upon returning to

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