About forty years ago, there was a woman in the Avalon Empire whose beauty was comparable to that of the three great beauties of the current time. It was said tales of her beauty were told in lands far away from the Empire.
Her name was Merian Peserose.
She was the second child of Baron Peserose, a noble hailing from the western part of the country. At the somewhat late age of seventeen, she made her social debut.
“Oh my...”
“Her beauty is otherworldly...”
Awed words spilled from the dumbfounded lips of the aristocratic children when they saw her for the first time.
Her eyes were black—an eye color that was rare on the continent—and in contrast to her pale skin, her hair was dark as the night sky. It was as if her perfect features and proportions were created by God, no, it was as if she was the goddess of beauty herself.
The men fell hard for her like it was the first time they’d seen a beautiful woman.
It didn’t take long for the capital to hear of her beauty.
“Come and be mine. I will make your dreams come true.”
Those were the words Douglas ben Britten, the Crown Prince of Avalon and Emperor Marcus’s father, said when he saw Meri at his birthday banquet.
For the mere daughter of a rural baron, it seemed like a fantastic opportunity. But Meri was not only beautiful, she was also wise.
At the time, Prince Douglas already had three wives. Meri was afraid of the repercussions of rejecting the prince's request, but the hellish life that would follow if she accepted weighed even more heavily on her mind. All of the Prince’s wives were women from powerful families—what good would it do her if she tried to mingle with such proud people? The moment that the Prince’s affection cooled, she was as good as dead. With only the power of a baron’s daughter, there was nothing she could do to prevent it.
‘How should I approach this...?’
Meri wrung her hands together while everyone stared at her. Her eyes met those of one man who was staring at her in a daze.
“...!”
Her salvation came, miraculously, in the form of a man with deep, dark blue hair. The man stared into her eyes for a moment before taking a step forward.
“Crown Prince, I’m sorry to say that... she is already engaged to me.”
“...!”
The nobles’ eyes widened in amazement. It didn’t matter if what the man said was true or not. The Crown Prince, the future emperor of Avalon, had already laid claim to her.
Except... the man who challenged the Prince had the qualifications to speak up.
“Ah... Lord Toben of Agnus Duchy.”
“Oh? A standoff between the heir of the aristocratic faction and the Crown Prince?” [1]
Crown Prince Douglas frowned as the hall filled with whispers.
“Don’t you already have a wife, Lord Toben?”
Toben shook his head.
“As you know, Your Highness, I currently do not have one.”
“So you plan on getting a new wife? You?”
Toben slightly turned his head at Douglas’s question. His gaze met Meri’s, and she gave a small nod. He turned back to look at Douglas and answered without hesitation.
“Yes.”
“WAAAAH!”
The audience clapped at his succinct answer. Unlike the smile that stretched across Toben’s face, Prince Douglas’s expression twisted.
He felt a maelstrom of emotions, but there was one that was clear: jealousy.
***
The leaves fell from their branches; then the buds emerged, and another warm spring arrived.
Meri gave birth to a healthy baby—a boy. In a country like Avalon, where boys were valued more than girls, Meri was able to bear Toben a son.
The abrupt change caused the Prince to recoil for a brief second before he quickly realized what had happened.
“Oh? What’s this?” The Prince sneered. “You mean the part about ‘the blood of some bitch’?”
At the Prince’s provocation, Aden’s bones creaked as he clenched the wooden sword.
Perhaps he was imagining burying the Prince? But, Aden was still very young and did not have the patience to contain his growing age.
“Didn’t your mother whore herself out to the head of a great family for the sake of her family?”
“...”
“Dirty bitch. How dare she refuse His Majesty’s request. She ought to know her place—”
A sudden whistle split the air.
It happened so fast.
“...!”
Aden’s wooden sword violently deviated from its previous predictable trajectory. The Prince raised his sword with a bewildered expression, but it was already too late.
The Prince’s bones audibly crunched.
“UWAGHHH!”
“Your Highness Prince Marius!”
When the onlookers saw the Prince fall to the ground while dripping blood, they ran over with pale expressions. The wound on the top of his head was obviously fatal. Even if it was a wooden sword, if the head was hit...
Shing!
The Prince’s escorts had been watching the spar from a distance, but now, they all drew their swords. If this incident caused long-term problems for the Prince, it wasn’t only the escorts’ lives on the line. A dizzying thought—three generations of their family might also die with them.
“How dare—!”
When the knights quickly closed in on him, Aden silently stepped back. Even as he did so, he looked down at the fallen Prince coldly.
“Have you gone mad?” The senior knight shouted at him.
“The Prince insulted my mother first.”
“How dare you—”
“Ha... hahahahaha.”
When that laughter filled the room, the senior knight, and the activity of all the other knights nearby, stopped.
The senior knight’s shouting, and the activity of all the knights nearby, stopped when that laughter filled the room. Aden couldn’t control his expression either.
“Moron,” Prince Marius spat.
And then he succumbed to the pain and passed out.
“Keugh...” Aden was struck on the back of his neck and he collapsed, his eyes spinning.
Aden faintly heard the knight’s voice as his consciousness faded.
“We should throw him in prison right now, but we need to take care of the Prince first. A priest—no, the temple...”
The knight's voice faded little by little.
‘I have no... regrets.’
Aden had completely lost his consciousness.
1. Agnus family is always has been the leader of the Aristocratic faction ☜