Chapitre 463: A Melodramatic Tone

"Provoking the Queen like that," Magda shook her head, her voice laced with both admiration and concern as she followed Rosalind out of the opulent palace and into the awaiting carriage. "You truly are a courageous soul."

Rosalind merely chuckled in response, her mind consumed by the words that had passed between her and the formidable Queen. The weight of their conversation lingered, intertwining with her thoughts. "Have you participated in the Hunting Games before?" she inquired, her voice filled with genuine curiosity.

Magda paused for a moment, her gaze turning inward as she reflected on her memories. "Hmmm," Magda mused. "It is an annual tradition. Previously, it was only our family against the four ruling families. A thrilling spectacle, indeed."

Rosalind's curiosity was piqued further. "So, the Duke always emerges as the victor, then?" she ventured, her voice tinged with anticipation.