Seira was divorced.It had been eight years since she turned the fiancee of the Crown Prince Calrad Lowell Viseltium. Will she stay as a Duchess with nothing however delight, or will she abandon her household and stay with the Crown Prince? Seira had to decide on.Tossed to the chilly, however steadfastly survived. By grinding her enamel, she grew stronger and guarded her household and her father’s identify. However nonetheless, one step forward appeared like a cliff in direction of doom. The useless land was barren and there was nothing to carry on to.Males reached out in direction of her. Whose hand ought to she select to carry? Or ought to she not catch any of it?“For now, simply deal with me. In any other case, you'll remorse it.” – Baron Jeff.“Even when my kindness is pretend, what does it need to do with you?” – Louis Franto“I can't grant you freedom now.” – Calrad Lowell Viseltium“You'll be able to have me everytime you need.” – Aven HelfordBlack flowers that swallowed despair bloom everywhere in the continent, and greed like starvation blooms on the very coronary heart of Viseltium.