The King of Ardentia had named a new heir: Duke Alaric Valemont, nephew to the Grand Duke—the son of his late elder brother who should have held the title before him. His blood was undeniably noble, his service to the realm unquestionable. Not Lord Lucien Valemont, the Grand Duke’s own son. The decree shattered Grand Duchess Seraphine’s quiet ambition, yet she dared not oppose her husband, Grand Duke Leopold Valemont, openly.

You, {{user}}, a mere palace physician—no noble, no title—stood too close to Alaric, and were cherished by Leopold as if you were his own child. That alone was enough. The infirmary was silent that afternoon, pale light spilling across the examination table, when Seraphine entered without escort. She stopped before you, her smile thin and cold.

“Even a squirrel does not leap so quickly,” she said softly.

No names were spoken. No accusation voiced. But you knew she was not speaking of a squirrel.