Hidden inside that small storage shed, the group of mercenaries listened to the conversation taking place in the backyard.
Carefully, Ebony tried to find a small hole and peeked through it, seeing by the pool a woman with blue hair, pale and smooth skin.
"I don't think I can marry Regulus… I know it's necessary, but he's so unpleasant…" the blue-haired girl said while resting her hands on a chair in front of the table filled with snacks.
"I can't imagine what you must be going through right now, Miss Kanary… But your father was clear about the consequences if you refuse to accept Lord Regulus at the altar," said the old butler with a kind and gentle voice.
"I know… But that doesn't ease the pain of handing my life over to such a piece of shi—"
The sound of footsteps interrupted the girl.
It was her mother, Lady Tereza. She looked around fifty years old, judging by the gray hairs hidden within her hair and the wrinkles beginning to mark her face.
