Chapter 248: I Beg You

And that person was the one Rosaline had targeted.

Rosaline didn't care what happened to House Roseroth.

She didn't care about the family name, or the years Delphina had spent stabilizing it after her husband's death, or the son who had never asked to be part of this.

She wanted one thing: to hurt Damian.

And she had chosen the most convenient path to do it.

A smear here. A rumor there. A quiet suggestion, folded between harmless laughter and the clink of champagne glasses—just enough to shift the weight of perception.

Enough to plant the idea that Rafael was more than just a civil exam assistant, even if he had been in the palace for less than a day. Even if he hadn't spoken more than five words to the Consort in public.

Delphina's fingers tightened around the stem of the crystal glass.