Madame Lula had heard many things in her years running the Velvet Moon Pavilion. Secrets were her currency, and she was a master at extracting them from her patrons and courtesans alike.
But never had she encountered something quite like this. The whispers that had reached her ears recently, the rumors swirling among her noble clients and her own courtesans, hinted at a revelation so earth-shattering that even she had difficulty believing it.
The merchant who had frequented her establishment, the one who had taken such an unusual interest in Elian, was not just some wealthy aristocrat in disguise. No, the truth was far more dangerous. He was the Crown Prince, Izan, the very man responsible for the destruction of the Marcelos household.
