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Georgina's palace was unusually quiet that afternoon.
The incense burned slowly beside the carved jade table, filling the chamber with a faint bitter scent.
Georgina sat upright on the raised couch, her posture dignified, but the tension in her fingers betrayed the storm in her mind.
The Windsor family has fallen into total ruin and nothing is left of the power she held in court.
To make things worse, Lucas dared to make Dalton the next prime minister.
Within a few months, the Benetton family is sure to rise again.
"Sonia," Georgina called, pulling out a fresh paper to write, but the sudden announcement of Emilia's arrival stopped her.
The doors opened softly and Emilia stepped inside with June behind her.
Another maid followed, carrying a wooden tray carefully wrapped with embroidered cloth.
Emilia bowed politely.
"Mother."
Georgina's gaze shifted toward the tray.
"What is this?"
Emilia gestured to the servant beside her.
"A small gift," she said.
