Iron Souls

"Miss Lin, you are finally back!" Mr. Pratt exclaimed as Rosalind entered the room, her body pulsating with the adrenaline of her recent accomplishments. She had executed every task meticulously, leaving no room for failure, all in the name of ensuring the Duke of Duance's triumph.

Rosalind arched an elegant eyebrow, sensing an air of urgency in Mr. Pratt's voice. Earlier, he had made it clear that the black market avoided meddling in political affairs, especially those concerning the Empire or the influential seven families. Disappointment briefly washed over her, but then she realized that this strict principle was the very reason their merchant company had thrived in her past life. Interference would have spelled their downfall.

And yet, here she stood, ready to take action.

"What's the matter?" she inquired, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of suspicion. Had she missed something important? Did the merchant company change its stance after all?