It wasn't until we reached the manor and shut the door behind us that he spoke. "Eliza, what happened? You look pale. Should we call for a doctor?"
I grabbed his hand. "No need for that. It's just that we're in a rather precarious position."
I didn't know who that man in black was, but he clearly had insight. He had mentioned my father's enemies casually, suggesting that he held knowledge and status beyond mere speculation.
His words were perhaps a test, but they also cast doubt on whether Simon was genuinely a duke's heir.
What if others began to suspect the same?
Back in our small town, many neighbors had known Simon since the day he was born. His true identity couldn't be concealed for much longer.
I glanced at Simon, an idea forming in my mind. "You've always been good with your studies. Now's the time to aim for a title."
In the past, he had been trapped in a small town with no opportunity to shine. But now, in London, and with the backing of the Duke of Avon, securing a title would be much easier.
Simon was quick to understand. After a brief pause, he asked, "You mean, to gain power for myself?"
I met his gaze. "Exactly."
The power of the Duke wasn't ours to command, but if Simon earned his own title through merit, that would be his.
"Then we could truly make a home here in London!" His eyes lit up with excitement.
I smiled, encouraging him. "Then you must work hard, Simon."
After he left, I sat at my desk and pulled out a hairpin from my sleeve, my fingers running absently over its surface as an image of my father's kind yet stern face filled my mind.
Father, you always taught us to be honest and upright. But for all your honesty, you died alone in a cold prison.
In this world, it seemed that power was the only thing that truly mattered...
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Simon had already shown promise in his studies, and with the royal court's attention fixed on the upcoming appointments, he casually mentioned his ambitions to the Duke of Avon. The Duke, momentarily surprised, soon broke into hearty laughter, praising Simon's drive and determination.
During this time, Simon spent his days sparring with the Duke, sharing tea with the Duchess, and fulfilling his duties as their son. Meanwhile, I began laying plans to secure our future.
If we were to make a life in London, we would need both wealth and power.