Night fell slowly over Ehrenwald, bringing with it a whisper of cold. In her dimly lit room, Greta sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her reflection in the small vanity mirror. The pale silk pajamas she wore shimmered softly in the candlelight. Her hair spilled over her shoulders, loose and quiet.
She let out a long breath. Outside, the wind rustled the curtains, making a sound like someone whispering secrets through the walls.
The ticket to her revenge had already been handed over, Matthias Von Ignaz had given it to her father. And now, there was no way the old man could refuse anything the Duke of the South demanded. Greta knew her father wouldn't dare turn down an offer that massive. Money and the family's reputation would force his hand, no matter if it restored Ehrenwald's glory like she hoped or destroyed it completely.
