Damien's lips curled slightly, a smirk cutting across his face like a blade through silk.
"Interesting…" he murmured under his breath, just loud enough for those closest to catch the hint of dangerous amusement.
So, she had powerful blood. A family older than kingdoms. A legacy shaped by war.
But if she truly believed that meant something to him—that her name alone could protect her from the consequences of her words and actions—then she was in for a brutal awakening.
Damien had already buried greater names than hers.
And if need be…
He would bury one more.
Meguro Rosewood.
The name now whispered through the crowd like a forbidden incantation. Reverent. Fearful. Heavy.
She was not just any noble. She was the only daughter of the current head of the Rosewood family—a man whose influence ran deeper than most kingdoms—and one of only two Supreme Generals in the Blue Hammer military. The other was none other than the king himself.
