The morning air in the Oakhaven town of SqudCity was a bad morning air for master Edward and his business. A heavy crowd had gathered at his tavern this morning watching in silent as two gruff men who are Lysander Hawthorne men were already halfway through tearing down the large painted wooden sign of a tankard with the name "Black Goblet Tavern". It was a huge lose for Master Edward who sat down bare on the cobblestones. He clutched a leather purse to his chest, his eyes wide with disbelief as he watched his livelihood dismantled. He was tricked and lured into a high-stakes game of dice by Lysander Hawthorne who forced him to sign away all his taverns as collateral. Now, he was mad with grief, having lost everything to a single, treacherous roll of the bones. Meanwhile, in the grand dining hall of the Peckham manor, everyone was gathered for the evening meal. The air was warm from the crackling fire coming out of the hearth, and the pewter that was gleaming under the candlelig

The early sun of the afternoon sun beat down on the street lanes of SqudCity. It had been three days since Lord Gideon’s business began to collapse, three days since the sudden collapse of three of his trade business had crumbled. One business crumble every day. Outside Lord Gideon’s manor, a pageboy handed him a sealed scroll as he was heading towards his carriage. He took the scroll but he didn't open it until he was inside his enclosed carriage. He tore the seal of the scroll to read it. But his was drawn tight with anger after reading what was scent. “What? The copper Coil has been declining too? By the Gods, how can a trade consortium that bring in so much profit simply be declining just like that?” Lord Gideon yelled at no one in particular. The copper Coil was the most prosperous of the few ventures Lord Gideon had personally invested in. He had put a large amount of his own coin into it, expecting great returns. Yet, for reasons no one could explain, his profitable w

Two Weeks Later! The sun was fully high. Lady Philippa arrived on horseback at the high building on the outskirts of SqudCity where Arthur lives. Arthur was already prepared, having bathed and dressed in a well tailor suit made with blue wool, a far better in quality from his usual plain leather suits. As Lady Philippa dismounted, her eyes, wide as they fell on Arthur. The blue wool did justice to bring out his frame. Lady Philippa felt her breath stop for a moment. He was utterly, devastatingly handsome. "Arthur," she breathed, her voice a little unsteady, "you look... so dashing today." Arthur offered a rare, slight smile. "Thank you, Lady Philippa." He then offered her a brief, admiring look. "You, too, My Lady. That gown is the finest purple gown i have ever seen, and it suits your noble status well." Lady Philippa felt a blush rise to her cheeks and smiled. A deep, genuine warmth in her eyes. It was a surprise to hear him compliment her. Arthur then turned, walking to

Seeing Arthur and Lady Philippa walked to the entrance, the guest all gasped on surprise. He wore a perfect tailored tunic which was made with blue wool, fastened with a silver clasp bearing no visible sigil of any house. All eyes at the entrance turned to him. Seeing him dressed like this, he was like a little gods and also like a knight who just returned from a successful crusade. The guests thought. Lord Nicholas of the House of Sterling, who had never seen the New Head before or what he look like rushed forward. He grasped Arthur hand with unexpected happiness. "Welcome, My Lord. It is a great honour for my son and I to host a man of your rumoured stature at this humble feast!" Lady Gilette, Nicolas wife, a woman still gorgeous despite her middle years, curtsied deeply. "My lord, I did not think a man of such youth could carry so much renown! You are even finer in person than the whispers suggested." Arthur offered a slight, respectful nod to her. "You must be Lady Gilette.

Gideon stood frozen, his fists clenched, his face full of humiliation. Every eye in the hall felt like a burning coal, mocking the weakness of the groom. Today was supposed to be his wedding day, instead he was being humiliated. He was vexed, but the fear of getting slap by his father again held him still. But to pour a cup and make his apology to Lord Arthur right in front of all this nobleman. Is his father being serious right now? Lord Gideon stomach turned. It was an impossible dishonor. He rather take another slap. Am i a a lunatic to pour a wine and apologise to a commoner?" Gideon hissed between clenched teeth. Only the thought of it consumed Gideon. If he was truly the new head of the Guild that means he came from a high noble House. And in this world, a true High Lord of a powerful House would never have brought himself so low to spend years as a mere untitled and peasant husband and son-in-law who was treated like a slave. The real New Head is known to be a man of