When Pride Falls at Your Feet (19 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 47

Alessandro had always been told since birth that the throne was rightfully his.

After all, no matter how outrageously he behaved, the king and queen had always turned a blind eye—so it was deeply irritating now to see them occasionally act as if his claim were somehow incomplete.

They had never once scolded him, even when he’d done countless cruel things to animals and servants as a child.

Of course, he knew it wasn’t because they were weak-willed; rather, they simply chose not to provoke trouble unless absolutely necessary, preferring to observe silently. Thus, as he grew older, Alessandro gradually learned to exploit that ambiguous leeway.

But the problem was that this leniency didn’t apply to him alone. The royal couple had just as carelessly left Enrico Michele alone, which continued to grate on Alessandro.

My only uncle, Enrico Michele, pretended to have no interest in the throne, yet he was a sinister man who might bare his fangs at any moment. Only Alessandro saw through Enrico’s seemingly art-obsessed facade and recognized how shrewdly he expanded his territory and enhanced his reputation.

‘He’s always been annoying, but now he’s even fawning over Emilia.’

Since childhood, Enrico had always stood out wherever he went, and his skillful pretense of innocence earned him a surprisingly good reputation—leading people to subtly compare him with Alessandro, who wasn’t much younger.

Enrico’s reputation rose merely by staying quiet and treating others amiably—precisely because of Alessandro’s contrasting behavior.

Those who had once looked at him with uneasy eyes over his childish pranks on animals were long gone, yet Alessandro still couldn’t let go of his resentment.

However cruel his actions might have been, how dare those lowly creatures look at him that way? Their commotion had drawn the king and queen to the scene, leading them to discover the blood spilled in the woods—and from that day on, their gaze toward him had turned unpleasant.

Whether marked as a person of concern or not, Alessandro ended up confined to the palace for a long while. And it was precisely because of that punishment that Emilia Este walked right into his personal hell.

‘She was adorably naive as a child, but lately she’s grown more thoughtful—and thus harder to handle.’

Her gentle, beautiful face, which stirred his sadistic urges, instantly captivated him.

To someone who’d only ever seen others tremble in fear of him, Emilia was the sole existence who looked at him with pure eyes and even offered him a bright, cheerful smile—strangely lifting his mood.

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