Chapter 25
Whispers of Beauty and Power
A porcelain vase exploded against the tall glass window with a violent crash.
Fragments scattered across the marble floor like shattered stars.
"This is useless!"
The scream ripped through the luxurious bedroom, sharp and trembling with rage.
"Completely useless!"
Lady Elara blackthrone sat on the edge of her grand four-poster bed, wrapped in silk sheets that pooled around her like a fallen royal banner.
Her long black hair spilled over her shoulders like liquid midnight.
But the beauty it once framed had been cruelly stolen.
A jagged network of red scars twisted across the left side of her face, stretching from cheek to jaw and curling near her eye. The skin looked tight and uneven, pulling her once-perfect features into a permanent distortion.
In her trembling hand she held a crystal vial.
Expensive perfume.
The last of dozens she had tested.
With a bitter snarl she hurled it across the room.
The glass shattered against the wall, filling the air with a thick floral scent that immediately made her stomach churn.
Outside the door, servants stood frozen.
No one dared enter.
Inside, Count Blackthrone stood near the doorway.
One of the most powerful nobles in the empire.
Yet at this moment he looked nothing like a lord.
His shoulders sagged with exhaustion.
"My lovely daughter…" he said softly.
His voice carried a helpless sadness.
"Please… don't torture yourself like this."
Elara slowly turned her head.
Even beneath the scars, her emerald eyes still burned brightly.
But the fire inside them had changed.
Where there had once been warmth and curiosity…
Now there was anger.
And bitterness.
"Torment myself?" she said quietly.
Her voice trembled.
"Every healer in this cursed empire has touched this face."
Her fingers brushed the scars.
"Holy priests with glowing prayers."
"Alchemists with potions that smell like poison."
"The finest doctors the imperial court could summon."
Her voice rose sharply.
"And what did they give me?"
She jabbed a finger at the ruined side of her face.
"Nothing."
"Nothing but empty promises."
Silence filled the room.
Count Valmont clenched his fists.
"I don't care how much it costs," he said firmly.
"Gold… land… political favors."
His voice cracked slightly.
"I will spend everything I have."
He stepped forward slowly.
"I promise you, Elara…"
"You will become beautiful again."
For a moment she didn't respond.
Her gaze drifted toward the mirror across the room.
The reflection staring back at her felt like a stranger.
A long sigh escaped her lips.
"Leave."
The word was quiet.
But sharp.
"Elara—"
"Leave."
Her voice hardened.
The Count stood frozen for several seconds.
Then he slowly turned.
The door opened.
Servants followed him out.
The room fell silent.
Only the faint rustle of silk sheets broke the stillness.
Then a cautious voice spoke from the doorway.
"My lady… may I speak?"
Elara glanced toward the door.
Old Butler Harlan stood there.
His lined face carried the weight of decades of loyalty.
He had served this household longer than most nobles had been alive.
"Speak," she said coldly.
Harlan bowed respectfully.
"My lady… recently there have been many rumors spreading through the capital."
Her eyes narrowed.
"What kind of rumors?"
"A new merchant family has arrived from the eastern provinces."
"They opened a beauty shop."
Elara's expression didn't change.
"And?"
"They call it Silver Bloom Beauty House."
Harlan hesitated.
"The nobles say their products are… extraordinary."
"How extraordinary?"
"They say the soaps and perfumes feel almost magical."
"They say the products can enhance beauty in ways normal alchemy cannot."
Elara laughed.
A cold, hollow laugh.
"Magical beauty products?"
"How desperate have the noble ladies become?"
Her hand slowly touched the scar on her cheek.
The rough skin felt foreign beneath her fingers.
For several seconds she said nothing.
Then—
"Prepare the carriage."
Harlan blinked.
"My lady?"
"We are going to this Silver Bloom."
Her eyes hardened.
"And if their miracle products cannot fix what the fire destroyed…"
Her voice turned icy.
"…they will regret spreading such foolish hopes."
Harlan bowed.
But as he turned away, sorrow filled his chest.
He remembered the girl she had once been.
Bright.
Kind.
Beloved by everyone in the estate.
The most beautiful flower of noble society.
Before the fire.
Before that terrible night.
"If only that incident had never happened…"
He sighed quietly and walked down the corridor.
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Meanwhile, across the capital…
Silver Bloom Beauty House had become the center of attention.
In only two weeks, rumors had spread through noble society like wildfire.
Inside the elegant boutique, Selena stood behind the polished counter reviewing several sheets of parchment.
Sales reports.
Order lists.
Supply requests.
Her brows furrowed slightly.
"It's only been two weeks…"
She shook her head.
"And demand is already this high."
The shop had been crowded every day.
Noble ladies in elegant dresses.
Merchant wives eager to copy noble trends.
Servants sent by wealthy families.
Everyone wanted to try the mysterious products from the east.
Soap that smelled like fresh flowers.
Shampoo that made hair shine like polished silk.
Perfumes that lingered gently instead of suffocating the senses.
Selena smiled faintly.
"That prince…"
"He really is dangerous."
But the moment didn't last.
The front door burst open.
A young employee rushed inside.
"Lady Selena!"
Selena looked up immediately.
"What happened?"
The girl was pale.
"We're facing trouble."
Selena's expression hardened.
"What kind?"
"The Merchant Guild has started investigating our supply chains."
"Several noble houses are demanding exclusive access to the products."
"And… rival merchants are spreading rumors that our goods are enchanted with forbidden magic."
Selena sighed slowly.
"That was faster than expected."
Success always attracted enemies.
"Lady Selena…" the employee said nervously.
"We may need protection."
Selena tilted her head.
"Protection?"
"Support from a powerful noble family."
Selena leaned back.
Her fingers tapped the table thoughtfully.
"Yes…"
"That would solve many problems."
Her eyes drifted toward the distant palace.
"I should speak with Alex tonight."
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Elsewhere in the capital…
Inside a luxurious merchant mansion.
Master Cedric Vane sat calmly at the head of a long mahogany table.
One of the wealthiest perfume merchants in the empire.
Gold rings glittered on his fingers.
Silk robes draped over his broad shoulders.
A servant stood nervously before him.
"My lord…"
Cedric glanced up lazily.
"What is it?"
"Our perfume sales have dropped."
Cedric frowned.
"How much?"
The servant swallowed.
"Nearly eighty percent."
The room went silent.
Cedric's eyes narrowed slowly.
"Explain."
"There is a new merchant family from the east."
"They opened a beauty shop called Silver Bloom."
Cedric leaned back.
"Did you investigate?"
"Yes."
"And?"
"They appear to be minor merchants."
"But rumors say they are connected to the Empress's family."
Cedric's expression darkened slightly.
"That makes things… complicated."
But after a moment he chuckled.
"Still."
"One small shop cannot destroy decades of business."
He waved his hand dismissively.
"Go."
"And make sure their operations become difficult."
"Spread doubts."
"Pressure their suppliers."
"Use whatever influence is necessary."
The servant bowed.
"As you command."
Cedric lifted his wine glass and smiled faintly.
"Let's see how long these eastern merchants survive in my capital."
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Back at Silver Bloom…
Noble ladies whispered excitedly between the shelves.
"Oh my… this perfume smells divine."
"My hair has never felt so smooth!"
"I heard the Duchess herself bought three bottles!"
"But is it safe?"
"They say the products might be enchanted."
The rumors floated through the shop like drifting petals.
Selena watched quietly from the counter.
The storm was coming.
Merchant guilds.
Jealous nobles.
Political pressure.
But a small smile appeared on her lips.
"Let them come."
Because behind this humble shop…
stood someone far more dangerous than any merchant guild.
Prince Alex.
And somewhere in the capital…
a scarred noblewoman was preparing her carriage.
A meeting that would soon shake the entire city.
The game had begun.
And the pieces were beginning to move.
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