The sunlight slanted across a few strands of silver at her temples, softening the always dignified profile.
She recalled how much she had once resisted this marriage.
The Northern Territory was barren, and the Red Tide Territory was merely a frontier establishment for just over a year.
The young man named Louis, though he came from the Calvin Clan, one of the "Eight Great Clans" like the Edmund Family, he was ultimately just a rootless Pioneer Noble. What could he truly offer Emily?
Though not Emily's biological mother, she had personally raised her since she was six.
She couldn't bear to see this intelligent and gentle girl marry off to such a desolate place.
She had hoped Emily could stay in the Imperial Capital, or marry into the warm, prosperous South to enjoy a truly comfortable and luxurious noble life, not endure hardships in the North, accompanying a young man to "build an empire."
But now it seemed she might have been too pessimistic initially.
