Chapter 114: From Crush To Capture
News of the Grand Duke of Gerhard’s marriage spread like wildfire throughout the capital. Within a day, the entire city was buzzing with the unexpected revelation. Nobody had anticipated that the renowned celibate would finally tie the knot.
The citizens of Gantz were particularly intrigued by the identity of Kyren’s mysterious wife. Rumours started circulating, painting a picture of a petite woman with long, wavy auburn hair and captivating eyes that held a unique beauty unlike anything they had seen before.
Whispers began to emerge, drawing comparisons between her emerald eyes and those of the first Ro’an Emperor, who was said to possess the same mesmerising gaze. As the gossip mill churned, people couldn’t help but weave tales and theories about her origin.
The enigma shrouding Anna’s true identity only heightened their curiosity, intensifying their desperate quest for the truth. The whispers and gossip circulating among them also suggested that Kyren’s new bride appeared oblivious to her husband’s true identity.
The gathering of Kyren’s passionate fans reconvened, determined to stage an open protest as they made their way towards the grand duke’s mansion. However, as they approached the outer area of the estate, their enthusiasm was met with a formidable sight—a hundred royal knights stood guard, positioned along the walls and main gate.
The group came to a sudden halt, their enthusiasm tempered by a growing sense of trepidation. The memory of being chased away by the royal knights the day before lingered in their minds, but it wasn’t enough to deter them from pursuing their cause once again.
"Lady Rogers, Lady Grey is noticeably absent today," one of the ladies reported with a hint of despair.
Sylvia sighed, her disappointment mirroring that of her companion.
"Perhaps the news of the Grand Duke’s marriage has deeply affected her. She held such deep affection for His Highness, and learning that he has chosen another has likely devastated her," Sylvia speculated as her voice lowered with sadness.
"Are you certain we should proceed? The knights appear exceedingly formidable!" one of the other group members voiced out, her voice quivering with fear.
Sylvia, unwavering in her determination, swiftly responded, her voice laced with conviction, "We are the true loyal fans of His Highness! We cannot stand idly by and let him marry some unknown woman! Where is your loyalty?" she challenged, calling upon their shared devotion.