Chapter 212
The following year, shortly after the eldest son and daughter of Saxony and Lancaster announced their betrothal.
To celebrate Dale’s seventeenth birthday and the upcoming ceremony for the two of them, Saxony Castle was preparing a festival more splendid than ever before.
Yet Dale, the very person at the center of it all, found his heart terribly complicated. Charlotte was surely no exception.
The night deepened into the early hours, and Dale, unable to sleep, gazed at the castle’s glass windows, lost in silence.
Mother Elena was overjoyed that Dale was finally to be united with Charlotte, who had been formally adopted as a foster daughter by the Lancaster family. Unaware of the deeper circumstances, she was simply and purely delighted that he was to be united with the girl who had shared his joys and sorrows since childhood.
It was at that very moment.
A knock sounded at the door.
“Who is it?”
Dale swallowed hard before speaking.
“It’s me, Dale.”
It was Charlotte Lancaster.
Not the usual knight in her Night Raven armor, but wearing a black silk nightgown. Charlotte hesitated before entering Dale’s room.
Silence fell. Within that silence, Charlotte smiled with a complex expression.
“I was so happy when you accepted Lancaster’s proposal.”
“……”
“Even if it was a decision made for political reasons.”
Charlotte murmured bitterly, and Dale did not respond.
“I’m glad you needed me.”
