Conspiracy

For some reason, Duke Peron’s third daughter was dressed like any other minor noble, the attire so poor for someone of her status that it almost looked humiliating. She had been inconspicuous among the group of young ladies, almost unnoticeable if not for speaking out.

Wendy was the kind of partner Jaaron always sought but could never hope to attain. The Peron Family was far more powerful than the Mensas, while Jaaron wasn’t even a direct descendant and was more than a decade older than her. Even meeting Wendy was difficult for him.

Seeing her amongst this group, Jaaron’s voice immediately turned gentle, “Miss Wendy, what are you doing here? I don’t see any competent guards nearby, what if you met with danger? These rascals aren’t fit for someone of your status,...