"This marriage turned out to be more beneficial than we ever hoped for."
Gloria murmured the words beside her husband as servants hurried about in the courtyard, loading trunks and chests into the waiting carriage. The sun hung high despite the season, its warmth softened by the pale haze.
Winter in the south was gentle and deceptive, and Gloria looked thoroughly pleased, her lips curved in quiet satisfaction.
Marec, however, did not share her ease.
"Ever since the Duke took control of half our trading route, the monster attacks have nearly ceased," he muttered, his gaze fixed on the movement below. "Do you not see what that makes the House of Vale appear to be. It's downgrading."
The sharp edge in his voice startled her.
Gloria turned to him, confusion knitting her brow. "What are you saying now? Why else would we hand over that wretched girl, if not to use her, to make that family serve our interests and strengthen our house? What are you on about?"
