In the stands.
Princess Sibilla sat beside Empress Angenis, wearing an exquisite small golden crown.
Behind the veil, her expression was somewhat complicated.
She felt no excitement over the upcoming duel between two nobles in pursuit of her.
Indeed, it was she who had instigated this duel.
But that was merely an insignificant side effect of her attempt to control her own fate.
She never expected that Losa would decline the olive branch she offered and hand it over to Belian.
To her, what difference was there between Belian and Guy?
She didn't oppose it, but neither did she hold much expectation.
For as a princess, marriage was never something within her control.
She looked at Losa, sitting with Baron Goffrey, looking imposing, and felt as if her eyes were stinging. She clenched her fist unconsciously.
"Mother, isn't this Knight Losa just a knight without a fief? Where did he get such an elite army to serve him?"
"No, he is already Baron Losa now."
