I hated Huston even more, and the useless Glar Dynasty royal family, and the inhuman people of Fensville.
When they finally arrived in Fensville.
Huston excitedly got out of the carriage, but what greeted him was Melanie, dressed in white, holding my urn and unable to say a word.
Melanie was my personal maid. The Fensville royal family could say I died here due to unsuitable living conditions, but if even Melanie died, it would be too suspicious.
So they used venomous insects to silence her.
Melanie cried continuously.
"Where's Nina?" Huston looked around. "Tell her to stop hiding. I know she's angry with me, but let's go home first and we can talk about it later."
Huston knew I had a fiery temper, after all, I was the beloved little princess, used to pampering since childhood. He said he would indulge me.
Even if I turned the Glar Dynasty upside down, he would still support me.
But then he went into the palace, using his military achievements to secure an imperial decree to send me to Fensville as a hostage instead.
Huston lowered his voice, saying I owed Nina, as my mother had caused Nina's mother's death.
In his eyes, I had always owed Nina.