Kyle led Lady Rose through the village, choosing the best house they had finished so far.
It was simple but sturdy, with clean walls and a solid roof.
Yet, from the moment Rose stepped inside, it was clear she was unimpressed.
Her nose twitched. Her eyes darted around like she was walking through a pigsty rather than a growing village.
Each step she took seemed heavier, like she was dying inside just from being there. Kyle watched her without saying a word.
It was almost a miracle that she managed to hold herself back from cursing out loud.
But after a long, suffering sigh, she turned to Kyle and said with a pained expression.
"As my ex-fiancé, you could be doing so much better than... this."
Kyle didn't react. He simply waited, arms crossed behind his back.
Rose wasn't done. Her lips curled into a sneer.
"That Grand Duchess you're tied to must be low-born. Only someone without any real breeding would let her fiancé live in a place like this."
