Chapter Thirty

My name was Alfred Morgan, I ran a large merchant group, and I was the father of Matthew Morgan. That useless son of mine went and got himself killed protecting that good-for-nothing king. Useless sacrifice as we would assassinate him soon enough, but my son had one redeeming factor. He had given life to a small girl named Rosela, and she was incredibly powerful, which of course meant incredibly valuable. Her mother was absolutely unredeemable however, daring to defy me, daring to not hand over all his money and that child. She will be killed off soon hopefully for her arrogance.

I looked up at the intimidating palace and harrumphed. The King had taken those two into his protection, blast him. I cannot wait until Madrona Casofer takes over with their coupe. Hopefully they can annihilate the Royal Family soon, their nothing but a nuisance after all. Then we can go to war against smaller countries and increase our territory. I can't wait until we get rid of them, after all I had been promised a position as an earl, who wouldn't we excited? Then, once I obtain that, I will sell my grand-daughter Rosela into marriage with our future King, and rake in the profits. All I need to do is force a meeting with her, she'll agree to living with me after that. After all what young girl wouldn't like her life to be assured and have all the dresses and jewelry and makeup they desire?

I stalked into the palace and after confirming I was supposed to be here, escorted to my friends office. As Marquis Casofer was high ranking, he had his own office here in case he had to stay at the capital for a long period of time. I had to meet the man here of all places because he was working overtime with an assortment of paperwork because of my granddaughter. She had proposed a revamp of one of his territories, controlled by a lowly Viscount who didn't like change. Anyways, it was causing a major headache, but the idea was solid and would bring large amounts of profits if done correctly, so it will be done. Despite having to manage all of this because of a stubborn Viscount, the Marquis was quite happy. Why? Simple, he would get some of the money, and of things went well with the coupe he would get the genius behind it as well for a bride for his son. Everything to him is going quite smoothly in his mind. When he realized I arrived he smiled and I sat, and so thus we began a meeting to begin all our plans.