The maid looked puzzled, but Nadia only smiled meaningfully.
The servants were busy talking about the fact about what will happen to the lady who offered the laurel wreath when the two of them got together.
Even those who are under strict control are excited to talk about it, so it’s worth knowing the atmosphere of the outside without seeing it in person.
The situation was something she had longed for.
‘The bigger the plate, the more the Marquis Winterfell can’t refuse this marriage.’
The attention of the whole country is focused on their marriage.
In this situation, if he refuses to marry her, it will appear as if he is disobeying the king’s orders.
There was no better justification than the evaluation of his disloyalty to his enemies who were ready to bite him. Even in order not to take political risks, he would have no choice but to accept his marriage to himself.
By now, the Marquis of Winterfell will be devastated by a sudden hit of the lightning bolt.
He have to welcome the daughter of the Duke of Ballajit, who will be the hostess of the Winterfell Household!
Her gaze went on the outside of the window. It was the direction of the Winterfell family residence.
Nadia express some regrets to the Marquis of Winterfell, who must have been surprised. However…
‘I will make sure you will never regret marrying me.’
When everything is done, Nadia will stamp the divorce agreement neatly.
Nadia turned her head again and looked at the jewelry box spread out on the table.
As she expected, the Duke of Ballajit promised a large dowry, It’s just a luxury to save his face rather than a heart for his daughter.
“by the way… Is this all?”
“Yes? The heirloom and jewellery are all here, but gold coins, silk, livestock, and grain are multiplied. Take a look at the list here… … .”
“No, not that.”
Her gaze slowly scans the table.
However, the item she was looking for didn’t exist, it was necklace she wore to the triumphal ceremony.
‘I can’t give my mother’s keepsake to Karen.’
Nadia doesn’t care about anything else, but she have to get that no matter what.
* * *
The Winterfell family’s residence, in the library of the Marquis.
Glenn Winterfell sat in a chair, listening to the aide’s report.
His expression was not revealed because he was burying his forehead on the back of his hand, but the mood he felt was very low that could be known if he only had a slight sense of humor.
His assistant opened his mouth carefully, looking at him.
Even though his report was like that, it was too easy to guess that the poor mood would be further thrown into the muddy water.
“It is said that if there are only three people on the street, they are busy talking about the Improvement Ceremony. More like to say to the scene in the altar where you received the laurel wreath, even His Majesty’s aide spoke to us about the wedding, so they said that marriage was an established fact.”
