I'll Definitely Change This Time

Chapter 7: When Two Worlds Collide

*Tat* *Tat* *Click* *Clomp*

The man's expensive shoes made a rhythmic sound, which echoed throughout the great and majestic hall as he crossed the red carpet on the marble floor. The repetitive and swift clicks he made with the floor made it evident how much of a hurry he was in.

The passing servants all lowered their heads and sidestepped to make way for the man. With the few people in the hall, he wasted no time and quickened his pace in haste.

Arriving at the front of a substantial door in hall, he warily held the knob of the door and turned it.

"My sincerest apology for being late... your grace."

In the middle of the room, a long table was placed. Seated on both sides were men who were all well off the ages of early thirties to their late forties. But in the middle of them seated a man with a youthful look. Although he had a stern face, he had no signs to be of aged.

The man had an expressionless look as he glanced at the man who had just arrived. "Take a seat." Although a cold voice rang in their ears not even a flinch could be noticed.

The cold and dreary atmosphere reminded people of a villain's lair and a lion's den. Apart from the people who tried their best to hold in the quaking feeling, the men seated closely to the middle were visibly biting the gums in their mouth to surpass the intensity of the man.

The man that had just arrived, stood by the frontside of the room and said, "Based on the Information Department, the Empress Dowager had been closely keeping contact with the Marquess of Roscent. There hasn't been any transaction of goods, but it's clear they've been establishing a connection for the two families."

"For the two families?" One of the middle-aged men asked, "Is she trying to have Lady Roscent marry the prince? It's known how influential the marquessate has been using their wealth."

The man in front of him answered with a vex assumption, "The lady marry the prince? Knowing Marquess Evan, it would be more like to say he wants to have the prince marry the lady." He raised his hands in frustration.

"I'll have to agree with Earl Brean here. If anything, the ones who the most in those two marrying would be the marquessate. It would've been the other way around had the prince marry a daughter-"

As Viscount Gramel saw the man at the side of his eyes he quickly refrained from continuing and tried to correct himself, "*Cough-!* W, what I mean to say... is that there were no merit in having the prince marry the Lady of Roscent. It would've been a wiser choice to choose a princess or- a daughter of a king! F, from a sufficient kingdom!"

The man standing, lowered his eyelids and made a subtle glance at Viscount Gramel. 'The topic of daughter is still a sore spot for his grace even after all these years...'

'Still, no one can blame him. Having lost his daughter and wife no one could escape the despair that came with it... And to make matters worse, there was a child the duchess left behind. But-' The man bit his mouth with a sour thought, '-that child isn't someone we can call his grace's daughter.'

The man had his eyes covered with a silhouette and bit his lower lip to stop the constant trembling he felt.

With short tiny legs, she ran to me with a glowing smile as her hair glistened brightly under the sun. Although she wore dusty and ragged clothes, the bright light I saw around her made me forget all contempt I thought I'll have when I first meet her.

Regardless of the fact that the boy twice her size was chasing her, she wore a bright smile and hung on me. "Hehe♡" My eyes continued to follow her like a tail. There was a mischievous and ambitious glint in her eyes when she made contact with the Baron.