In the Former Lady Baron's living quarters, candlelight flickered gently on a silver candelabra.
This room, located in the east wing of the castle, was far from the former Baron's own bedroom.
Ever since giving birth to two heirs, she had moved here under the pretext that "church doctrine advocates for temperance."
The former Baron couldn't have been happier about this, as it made it more convenient for him to meet with his mistresses.
After all, their political marriage had been devoid of any real affection to begin with.
Bernard the Steward stood in the center of the room with his hands at his sides, reporting cautiously, "My Lady, this quarter's tax revenue has decreased by twenty percent..."
The Former Lady Baron's fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of her chair, her expression darkening. "Sylvan, my good boy, you've really outdone yourself."
