"That announcement came from Duke Lancelot himself."
A tense silence spread across the room.
One of the nobles suddenly let out a sharp laugh.
"Amber is going to marry him?"
"Marry that frontier war dog?"
"Cough..He is from Ruthiana."someone corrected.
"Fuck off."he snorted.
Another man clenched his jaw tightly.
"That backwater Marquise?"
His voice carried open disdain.
A third noble crushed his wine glass slightly in his hand while reading the letter again. The glass cracked faintly under the pressure of his grip.
Amber had always been admired among many young nobles. She was known not only for her beauty but also for her strength and noble lineage as the daughter of Duke Lancelot.
Several of the men in that room had once hoped to pursue her.Now she had chosen someone from Ruthiana.
Someone they barely considered part of the noble circle.
One of the younger nobles cursed under his breath.
"Damn that bastard…"
