Not only that, even the standards of her own daughter's funeral had to be compromised.
As a mother, and a member of the Mosgla family, had she ever been subjected to such humiliation?
Since none of you want revenge, then I will take this vengeance upon myself!
...
The next evening.
When the carriage slowly stopped in front of Great Imperial Princess Hillena's residence, Lynn subconsciously raised his head and glanced across.
At that moment, Ivyst, wearing her familiar black patterned mask, stared silently out the window.
Her long hair, seemingly meticulously styled, curled slightly as it fell on her shoulders, her slender body wrapped in a black form-fitting gown. Her dainty feet, encased in strappy high heels, peeked out slightly from the hem of her dress, gently swaying.
Since the incidents of last night, Lynn had been restless all night, tossing and turning in bed.
And all day today, he had tried several times to approach Ivyst and speak to her.
