Steam drifted lazily from the clay teapot on the circular table, creating a hazy curtain that obscured the turmoil written across Richard's features.
"The Fairfax name doesn't carry the weight it once did," he said, his voice heavy with frustration. "Our standing at court has been slipping for years. Mother, if we don't choose our allies carefully now, what future will our house have?"
Bitterness crept into his tone as he continued. "I refuse to be the one who lets a noble bloodline that's lasted centuries crumble to nothing. The Thornes hold the emperor's ear now. Only by joining our families through marriage can we secure the Fairfax legacy."
Ursula's face remained stern, her breathing slow and measured. Helplessness and grief shadowed her expression.
"Protecting our family's future—I understand that," Ursula said quietly. "But why does it have to be Bella who pays the price? She's your daughter."
