One week had passed since Lorenzo departed for the Martell territory.
Summoned by my father, I headed to the castle alone.
It had been over a year since Saffron's birthday party, and the atmosphere in the royal castle had completely changed.
No, the air probably changed because of my presence.
Servants and soldiers clammed up when they saw me. Old acquaintances among the retainers wouldn't even look at me, let alone greet me. When I did hear voices, they were mocking laughter.
I didn't feel good about it. More than that, the sense of alienation was painful.
I understood that it was inevitable.
The royal castle, under my father's authority, had become thoroughly dyed in Saffron's faction after a year.
Therefore, if anyone appeared friendly with me, they didn't know what kind of consequences they might face. To protect themselves, they had no choice but to treat me as an enemy.
