Rosalind said nothing, her mind absorbed in the delicate aroma of the freshly brewed tea. She had known for quite some time about the curse that plagued the first prince of Aster, but she had consciously chosen not to involve herself in matters that did not concern her. At that time, her main priority was escaping from this place, and so she had focused all her attention on that goal, avoiding any unnecessary attention from the Royal Family.
To Rosalind, attracting the attention of the Royal Family was like walking a tightrope, a dangerous game with potential consequences.
"Those claims can be perilous, Princess Isabel," Rosalind finally spoke, breaking the silence. "This matter..."
