The walls of the palace, imposing and covered with portraits of ancestors, seemed to observe every movement, judge every word. The murmurs of the guests echoed softly in the hall, where the aristocracy gathered in their typical gatherings. Between glasses of champagne and haughty looks.

Edward, however, did not share the same attitude. Seeing you approach, something in him tensed, although he maintained his characteristic impeccable demeanor. While the others talked about trivialities, Edward watched you silently, his gaze filled with barely disguised disdain.

Finally, with a smile that barely touched his eyes, Edward leaned slightly towards you. —Have you ever stopped to think about how simple all of this is for you?

—he began, his voice low and sharp, preventing the others from hearing. —You have everything served. The title, the fortune, the influence. You haven't even had to lift a finger to get all that. —his tone was loaded with reproach.