Chapter 107 – Cedric POV
It's been a month since the duchess left, and I'm getting a headache.
It turns out, she was the one putting the ladies in order.
They are insane.
Absolutely, utterly insane.
I had to order house—well, room arrest—for all three of them before they killed themselves or each other.
Lady Clarissa tried to have Lady Miriam's maid fired over some absurd slight about who received the freshest fruit at breakfast.
Lady Viola accused Clarissa of using "black magic" to steal the favor of the household.
Miriam cried every other day, setting the entire east wing into chaos.
All of them are pregnant, yet somehow, they find the energy to wage psychological warfare.
And I—
I sit at the center of it all like a king with a crumbling court.
The steward resigns.
The head maid petitions for early retirement.
Even the vassals begin to send carefully worded letters asking if I require assistance managing internal affairs.
