161 Ch. 160: Dog Sh*t

Do you know that feeling when you crest over the edge of a roller coaster? Your stomach bottoms out and all your senses scream that you are in danger, but in actuality, your butt is firmly strapped into the well-regulated ride with a large seatbelt across your lap to hold you in place and you are perfectly safe.

Or how about that feeling when you accidentally step in dog shit and it just won't come off your shoe? That's exactly the kind of situation I've found myself in.

The untimely death of a certain Lord Bromely was kept under wraps, with the entire family filing out of the Chrysanthemum Opera House in our typical style of smiles and waves. But underneath, madness is brewing.

"Dead?" Emma marvels a few hours later from the comfort of my luxurious palace dwellings, a golden cage that glitters even under the candlelight that surrounds us. "By your hand, your highness?"