"Princess Madelena, please escort Marshal Hudson for me," Caesar IV instructed.
To mount a convincing act and deceive all eyes, every detail had to be meticulously in place.
The princess being seen with the marshal would at most become a tale of a hero and a beautiful lady—no one would meddle too much. But should the King interact with the marshal in private, that would certainly give people cause for thought.
"Marshal Hudson, shouldn't you ask me for a dance?" Princess Madelena said, her mood deflated.
The previous scene of sharing the spoils had completely reshaped her understanding. Fortunately, being born into The Royal Family, she had cultivated the ability to remain unflustered by change from a young age.
Deep inside, she also felt a tinge of regret. Had she known that Hudson, this dark horse, would rise so rapidly, she would have made her move the first time they met.
