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    “I object,” Shepard said bluntly. He knew Rosie didn’t possess anything particrly remarkable in terms of looks, and the Harper family was far from being among the elite. They simplycked the influence to elevate Rosie to the pinnacle of honor in Plieca.


    “Dad, I’ve already made up my mind,” Rosie responded with unwavering determination. “I’m informing you, not seeking your approval.”


    Giselle kept her head down, quietly eating as if the entire conversation had nothing to do with her.


    Both Ernst and Dalton exchanged knowing nces, shaking their heads. As men, they understood all too well that someone like Prince Maxley was unlikely to remain faithful to just one woman.


    Moreover, whether it was the Plieca royal family, Orwall’s, or any royal lineage across the globe, such marriages were primarily driven by political interests. Rosie’sck of a political background made it hard to fathom how she could hold onto the title of consort.


    Ernst, who had always been protective of Rosie, feltpelled to speak up. “Rosie, once you marry into the royal family in Plieca, you’remitted for life. You do realize that divorce is not an option for you, right? If Maxley grows weary of you, you’ll face a lifetime of unhappiness.”


    Rosie’s anger red. “You just can’t stand to see me happy, can you? Since I have the ability to be a member of the royal family in Plieca, then I absolutely can be the most esteemed woman there!”


    Rosie was seething. She believed Shepard and Giselle simply couldn’t bear to see her happy. She sprang to her feet, her voice firm and unwavering. “My life, my choice!”


    Shepard’s demeanor shifted, a storm brewing in his eyes. Over the years, he had kept his temper in check with Rosie, mindful that he wasn’t her biological father. He had always feared that a heavy hand would make her feel like she was mistreated.


    With a steady voice, he said, “Rosie, marrying into royalty may sound like a good idea, but the truth is there’s a minefield of rules involved. Trust me, most people can’t stand them. I might not be your father, but as your uncle, everything I sayes from a ce of love and concern. I would never wish you harm or anything less than a bright future. This marriage will ruin your future, and I absolutely won’t support it!”


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    Ernst observed the exchange, worry etched on his face. He attempted to mediate. “Dad’s right, Rosie. He means you no harm. Let me dig into the royal rules of Plieca. You can make your decision after learning them.”


    Rosie shot daggers at everyone in the room. “That won’t be necessary. I’m an adult; I’ll face all the consequences of my choices on my own. Whether marrying into Plieca’s royal family is a blessing or a curse, I’ll own it.”


    With that deration, she stormed out, her mind resolute. She intended to visit Luther that afternoon and seek his counsel.


    Once Rosie had left, Shepard finally turned to Brenna. “You visited Plieca too, didn’t you, Brenna? Do you know what happened?” Faced with Shepard’s inquiry, Brenna maintained herposure. After a moment of serious reflection, she decided to share everything that had unfolded in Plieca.


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