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Greisa Hamlet's head!
Miss Windsor's heart trembled when she heard those words.
She had expected Hayes to secure Bette Territory for Arthur, but once Greisa Hamlet's head suddenly entered the equation, everything changed.
He was the Old Lion's eldest son.
Whatever outsiders thought or said about this Little Lion, he remained the foremost young noble in South County-that was universally acknowledged.
The hierarchy among nobles was far stricter than commoners imagined.
Their fathers accounted for half their standing.
They had to fight for the remaining half themselves.
That process was brutal and bloody.
Being first in line to inherit was no easy task.
Those first in line also died most often.
Yet twenty-five years had passed since Greisa Hamlet had been named first in line.
He had weathered far too much during those twenty-five years.
There had been over twenty assassination attempts and fifteen attempts to frame him. Many should have spelled certain death, yet Greisa Hamlet had turned them all around.
And those were only the incidents she knew about.
What about those she did not know about?
There could only be more!
After all, as everyone knew, what rose above the sea was only ever the tip of the iceberg.
As soon as Greisa came of age, he had begun helping his father, the Old Lion of the Inner Bay, manage some of the Inner Bay's affairs, including its crucial Intelligence Department-and from that moment onward, the Inner Bay's secret agents had become a real headache.
They were impossible to guard against, and...
There were so many of them!
You never knew who might be an Inner Bay secret agent.
At the very least, Miss Windsor could guarantee that there were no fewer than a hundred Inner Bay secret agents within Einhaas Fief.
Other territories?
Somewhere like