When her second mother remarries into the Chancellor's household, this wild girl with no blood ties to the family somehow wins the Chancellor's doting affection and gets to throw her weight around the capital.
But why does her nephew, who is older than her, look at her like that? He glares at her with such hatred, as if she owes him a fortune.
Please, the one who married your grandfather was my stepmother, not me. If you've got a grievance, go take it up with her! What does pestering me prove?
