Countless spectators had gathered outside the Imperial Court to witness the trial of Duke Noxton’s concubine. Nobles and commoners alike pressed together in restless anticipation, their eyes fixed on the grand entrance. With her brother at her side, Thalia set foot before the Court.
“There she is — the former Duchess Chauverthier.”
“Such a noblewoman. Is she here to witness her estranged husband’s downfall?”
“If I were her, I would also watch my unfaithful husband’s disgrace.”
“Don’t you think Lady Psycheberg was lacking in their marriage before? Perhaps that’s why the Duke sought someone he deemed more worthy.”
Such rumor exist?
The crowd’s gaze swept over her from head to toe, weighing and measuring her every movement. Yet, with her usual composure, she carried herself with the ele
