Chapter 179: My Gift To You
Valon’s chair creaked slightly as he shifted in his seat. His long, bony fingers reached for the small pile of white envelopes stacked neatly one on top of another, their pointed corners aligned evenly. The prince quickly sifted through them, paying close attention to the names of the recipients carefully written by Melania’s elegant hand, his mind preoccupied with heavy thoughts.
"Everything she writes here is just some tearjerking nonsense... And all the letters are addressed to her family; not even a single letter to her friends... The servants told me she started going out more often, but when she’s in the shopping district, all she does is buy clothes and flowers; she never meets with anyone... Nor does she meet anyone when she visits the noble ladies at their manors."
Tossing the envelopes aside, Valon sighed and reclined in his chair, his eyes shut as the stream of thoughts continued.
"The news about Kassian Lafad ascending the throne is now official; we’re running out of time... Their army isn’t strong enough, but with Kassian being a military commander at such a young age, he might change that very quickly... He might have presented himself as a fool and a troublemaker, but unlike his father, he often expressed his desire to improve the state of Lafad’s military."
Letting out another long sigh, the prince massaged his pulsating temples, his eyes shut tighter. He was becoming more annoyed the more he thought about his family’s plans going awry, and the never-ending flow of tasks he had to do instead of what he actually wanted. It had already begun to take a toll on his already weakened condition.
"With Anathaen pushing for the coalition to assume power over the continent, something must be done immediately. Something that only I can orchestrate from behind the scenes."
Valon assumed a straight sitting position again, then opened the top drawer of his desk, took out a writing kit and a sheet of paper, dipped the tip of the quill in black ink, and prepared to write, his thin mouth stretching into a menacing grin.
"I guess Lady Tarran will have to work a little bit harder from now on."
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