Chapter 136: Marriage Proposal
At the same time... far away from the cold chills of the North.
On the western edge of the Solhaven Empire, nestled between gentle hills and quiet forests, stood a modest patch of land belonging to the Evans Baron family.
It was a humble territory, with little to boast about. No grand trade routes passed through it. No rare minerals lay buried beneath its soil. The villages were small, the people hardworking, and the taxes barely enough to sustain even a modest noble lifestyle.
The manor house itself was more of a large estate than a true noble’s seat—stone walls, ivy-covered pillars, and a single tower that creaked whenever the wind grew too strong.
Yet despite its insignificance, the land was quiet. Peaceful. The kind of place forgotten by war, politics, and ambition.
Until now.
Inside the study of the Evans estate, lit only by the dying glow of a hearth, a man in his mind fortees sat hunched over a letter.
His fingers trembled slightly, not from age, but from the weight of what he had just read.
Baron Ethan Evans.
He wasn’t a man of grand achievements. No famed military victories, no illustrious bloodline to speak of. Among the nobility, he held one of the lowest ranks.
And yet, he had ruled his modest territory with quiet dignity. With a sense of duty that most nobles had long abandoned.
His gaze lingered on the letter in his hand, more specifically on the wax seal pressed into its fold. A polar bear—House Frost’s sigil.