19# The Chosen Mother

The sun had already set when the Duke ordered all veteran maids to gather in the lesser hall of the eastern wing. It was a rarely used room—discreet and perfect for this kind of meeting.

Darius leaned silently against a column in the back, arms crossed. Eduard stood at the front, overseeing the selection, while the Duke sat at the head of the room like a silent judge.

— "Ladies," Eduard began with a firm tone, "the Duke wishes to formally recognize someone of bloodline soon. For that, we require specific conditions… and absolute discretion."

The women's eyes widened briefly, but none dared to speak.

— "We are selecting a veteran maid to take on a new position of prestige within the estate. The criteria are simple: over thirty-three years of age and at least fifteen years of loyal service to House Ravenhart."

The women exchanged glances. Some already knew they didn't qualify. Others stood taller, holding their breath.

After a brief review, only two remained in the room.

The first was a refined-looking woman—blonde hair, porcelain skin, and vivid blue eyes. Clearly the most beautiful of the bunch—but perhaps... too beautiful.

The second was more modest. Around thirty years old, with black hair and dark eyes, a pale complexion, and calm features. She had always been one of the Duke's most reliable servants, quiet and efficient. Her name was Elara.

The Duke gave a slight signal. The others were dismissed.

— "Bring Elara in, alone," he ordered.

Using the side entrance, Elara entered the Duke's study cautiously, greeted only by him and Eduard.

The Duke stood and turned his back, facing the fireplace.

Eduard approached and spoke with gentle firmness:

— "You're here because of your loyalty, your discretion… and because you meet the criteria we've set."

Elara nodded silently.

— "What I'm about to offer will change your life forever. You'll live as a noblewoman, with servants, wealth, and a name. In return... you must follow simple orders and keep absolute silence."

She blinked, trying to understand. Then Eduard leaned in and whispered the true plan.

Elara's eyes widened. Her hand flew to her mouth, shocked. But soon enough, the gleam of ambition replaced her disbelief. It was overwhelming.

— "Do you accept?" Eduard asked.

For a second, she forgot where she was.

— "I… I accept! Of course I accept!" she nearly shouted with joy.

But as the Duke slowly turned his face toward her, she realized how loud she had been. Instantly, she composed herself and bowed respectfully.

— "Forgive me, my lord."

The Duke stared at her for a long moment. Finally, he gave a faint nod.

— "Eduard will take care of the arrangements."

— "Yes, my lord."

Elara was escorted out discreetly.

Outside, Darius watched her as she left. For once, he said nothing.

Inside the study, the Duke remained silent, eyes fixed on the fire, lost in thought.

The piece was in place.

The name was ready to be written in the records.

And once the world knew… there would be no turning back.