The Mad Princess and the Dying Prince novel Chapter 125

Princess Corinna had long forgotten that she had crossed paths with Lucia during their childhood.

Lucia knew it from the way Corinna had looked at her earlier. Now, it was time to see if the item Corinna had stolen all those years ago was still around.

Standing by the lake, Lucia spotted a shimmering trace of fortune rising from beneath the broad lily pads, just off the shoreline.

The aura of wealth was entirely submerged. It seemed she would have to fish it out.

Well, free wealth was the best kind of wealth.

Glancing around, Lucia found a sturdy branch the length of her arm.

She stepped closer to the water, but didn't immediately reach for the prize. Instead, she sat gracefully on a smooth stone near the edge.

If she was going to fish something out, she wouldn't do it with an audience.

Behind her, she could feel Aurelia’s eyes burning holes into her back.

Lucia lazily tapped the surface of the water with the branch, looking to all the world like a bored girl playing in the shallows.

Corinna threw a quick glance in her direction before turning away.

"Seraphina, she is no threat to us," Corinna murmured. "Look at how utterly uncouth she is. There is no way my royal uncle could harbor any genuine affection for her. There must be an ulterior motive behind this betrothal."

Seraphina forced a strained smile. "I am fine."

She had confessed her feelings for Prince Jareth to Corinna precisely to gain a powerful ally.

She had prepared everything so perfectly, only to be blindsided by this wretched girl the very day the Prince returned to the capital.

"I know you are putting on a brave face, and it must hurt terribly," Corinna said softly. "Do not worry. I will uncover the truth behind this match. You are the only woman I will accept as an aunt."

"Your Highness, please do not tease me," Seraphina whispered, her cheeks flushing, yet a heavy weight lifted from her chest.

A name was etched into the base.

Oswin Sage.

Who was Oswin Sage? The name meant nothing to her.

However, the magical bond was undeniable. The owner might be suffering an illness or a terrible loss of fortune because this seal was missing.

If that was the case, she had two choices: throw it back to the depths, or find the owner and sever the karmic thread herself.

Lucia did not deliberate for long. She slipped the sapphire seal into her dress, picked up a heavy pebble, wrapped it in the silk pouch, retied the ribbon, and tossed the decoy back into the lake.

The seal itself was untainted, but the silk pouch disgusted her. It radiated a dark taint, proving that the pouch and the seal belonged to entirely different people.

Just then, a servant girl approached, bearing a silver tray.