The villainess was no longer alone; she was the heart of the House of Veridia.
Her father, the Duke of Veridia, had always been cold, a man who viewed his daughter as a political chess piece. Yet, as Elara prepared to face another day of scorn, the heavy oak doors of her study swung open. Instead of a reprimand, the Duke stood there holding a small, intricately carved wooden box. The villainess was no longer alone; she was
Elara froze. In the original story, this was the week he was supposed to disown her. Instead of a reprimand, the Duke stood there
As he left, her younger brother, Julian—the boy who usually avoided her like a plague—poked his head in. "Sister," he whispered, sliding a plate of honey cakes onto her desk. "Don't tell Father, but I saw the way you handled the court today. You were... impressive." As he left, her younger brother, Julian—the boy