The Duke's Flower is Precarious (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 119

Rozeline’s expression before the mirror in the dressing room prepared within the Imperial Palace was brimming with elation. Everything felt perfect, just like the resplendent gown enveloping her body.

“Of course—you’re my daughter! To be this beautiful…!”

Standing beside Rozeline, Countess Fleur let out an exclamation, fluttering with excitement and fussing animatedly.

“If you shine this brightly even in your engagement dress, how radiant will you be at the wedding?”

“If Lady Rozeline is involved, she’ll surely bloom like a fully opened flower. Since the wedding will be held together with the Empress coronation, you’ll become the noblest woman in Jupiter the very moment you marry.”

At Katrina’s flattering words, Countess Fleur’s expression grew dreamy, already lost in that imagined scene.

“Exactly, of course. There’s no one better suited for the Empress throne than our Rozeline. She’ll become the greatest Empress in Jupiter’s history.”

“Mother, really… We haven’t even held the engagement ceremony, let alone the wedding. Besides, I still fall far short of becoming Empress. I must work even harder.”

Rozeline was trying on her engagement gown for the ceremony with the Emperor. Out of consideration for the watching palace attendants assisting her, she feigned humility.

Yet, contrary to her words, unmistakable anticipation and pride shimmered in her eyes.

Katrina immediately saw through Rozeline’s true feelings. Although their ways of expression differed, observing the mother and daughter both ensnared by vanity, her lips curled into a satisfied smile.

‘Nothing is as convenient as a chess piece that’s easy to control.’

That woman, who believed herself the noblest simply by wearing the palace gown… would ultimately rest upon her hand, beneath her feet.

Katrina fell briefly into contemplation as she gazed at Rozeline. She herself, in her youth—just as young and beautiful as Rozeline—had once desperately craved becoming Empress.

But the formidable presence of “Meriel Roman de Jupiter” stood firmly in her way. Neither Duke Roman’s influence nor Meriel’s brilliance and talent could be surpassed.

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