Rosina started her day early for work. She started working on tax, law, and foreign affairs three years ago when the prince joined the war.

Rosina was better than any previous princesses in politics. She gained citizens’ support with just enough kindness and had nobles kneel with her charisma.

People called the princess the ‘iron flower’. And the nobles thought that if the prince didn’t come back from the war, she could become the first queen in history so they tried their best to be on her good side.

So Rosina wasn’t too pleased with Grand Duke Claude coming when she had a mountain of documents to look at.

She kind of felt like she lost her privilege to keep Canillia by her side. Since the Grand Duke came back, she couldn’t even see the glimpse of that child so she was annoyed at Claude.

“What brings you here? You even rejected to attend all the royal ceremonies.”

Claude looked around the office and sat on the sofa.

“I require three years of data so I request your assistance, Princess.”

Rosina’s eyes widened as Claude ignored her greetings and got to his point. She seemed displeased as she dropped her mountain pen.

“Why do you require three years of data?”

“From what I heard, you have Canillia’s record. Isn’t that correct?”

“Canillia?”

“What she did in Louvre. Her past. And… Why she was still acting like a man for the past three years.”

He was too direct. Rosina noticed Claude wasn’t in his best mood and went to the sofa.

The servant brought tea. But it was only Rosina who drank tea. Since Maximillian was poisoned, it was a taboo to bring tea out to Claude.

“To tell you the truth… I have some letters that Canillia sent to Louvre.”

“Letters?”

“She sent letters to her mom in Louvre for three years. Mostly about asking if she was well.”

Rosina took out a small box underneath the sofa table. Quite a lot of letters came out once she unlocked it with a key.

Claude laughed at this.

“You’ve done something quite cruel, Princess.”

“Of course. There’s no Grand Duchess from Louvre. Is she now going to be the Grand Duchess?”

Rosina asked while giving Claude one of the letters.

They had strange nuances and made him assume a lot of things.

[What do those who create the shadow of glory truly want? I watched a play in the palace theater today. I had to wear a mask and it was scary to see unfamiliar masks, even though I knew the people. I hope everyone is ok. All the people I love.]

Rosina spoke. “Canillia is a smart child. She has a good hunch and is good at being calculative, but she has a soft heart. That’s the problem. To obsess over her mother that she hasn’t seen for over 7 years just because she’s her blood.”

“Don’t you think it’s longing rather than obsessive? I’m the one being obsessive. And I thought you are quite obsessive with Kieran as well,” retorted Claude.

“We still see each other from time to time, but that’s not the case for Canillia. We don’t even know if she’s still alive. And the address… This is when I found out the address is to Louvre.”

Claude turned the envelope that Rosina pointed. It was an address that wasn’t registered in Etaire, so the numbers didn’t mean anything.

But what was important was that this letter was going to Louvre. Canillia had sent this.

“Grand Duke… There was no low class Grand Duchess in history. The name of the Grand Duke family will be lowered, and the lower level nobles will challenge. Of course, for someone who knows how lovely Canillia is, that’ll be ridiculous.”

Claude’s eyes sparkled at her thorny words.

“Challenge me… Who? To me?”

Claude looked relaxed as he tapped the corner of the envelope on his chin.

Rosina glared at him as if that even annoyed her.

“Anyways I’ll give all of this to you. I don’t know how you’ll use it but use it as you will.”

Claude reread the letter he just opened. But there wasn’t anything in the letter that stood out. Just that that timid lady was quite sensitive that day.

“I protected Canillia while you were gone for 3 years. That child…will go back to Louvre if you leave her alone. If you really want Canillia, stop her yourself. The royal family…will reject Louvre.”

Rosina went back to her desk to work and Claude was in thought for a while.

Claude’s servant opened the door and whispered to him cautiously.

“Sir Canillian Vale headed towards downtown.”

“Downtown where?” asked Claude.

“In front of a tailor.”

He frowned slightly.

Claude took the letters and got up. As he was about to leave with his servant, Rosina spoke while looking at the document.

“And marriage proposals are coming in from different countries. I’m rejecting them at my level, but some of them would’ve gone to your mother. Now, you should hurry up? Big brother.”

She’s probably doing this on purpose.

Claude casually smiled and left the office.

He asked as he climbed the car, “Why did she go to the tailor?”

“Nothing seemed to be out of ordinary. Maybe… She’s getting some clothes fitting?”

“Was it men’s?”

“No, it was lady’s.”

Claude scoffed and ordered to go.

Not a man’s suit but a dress shop. There was no way she went to buy lady’s clothes herself. Of course she was a lady, but she wouldn’t wear a dress herself.

Just what are you thinking, Canillia?

His face became stern as he looked out the window.