His attendants still had patches sewn onto their trousers.
I clapped my hands together.
"New shop opening! Five cooks, ten clerks, one manager needed! Three silver a month, plus commission! Sign on and get equity shares!"
The men standing behind Elmer visibly froze.
From the moment they'd arrived, their eyes had been drifting over to my people.
Every few seconds, a flash of envy crossed their faces.
"Me!"
Someone was the first to throw down his club.
"Me too! Me too!"
"You—!"
One by one, the men around Elmer bolted toward me.
I waved them off with a laugh. "Too many, too many."
"I'm strong! Pick me!"
"I'll work part-time! I don't need the shares!"
Elmer's teeth ground together.
"You worthless dogs! Ungrateful scum!"
I looked up.
"Fine. I'll take all of you. Now, escort the prince consort back to his estate nice and safe. And while you're there, tell your brothers at the house that I'm hiring."
"Yes, sir!"
Elmer was dragged toward the carriage by his own men. He stared back at me, seething.
"You bastards! How dare you betray me! I'm the one who hired you! Let go of me!"
"Stop!"
A hand shot out, grabbed him, and pulled him behind her.
Before I could even register what was happening.
A slap cracked across my face.
Evelyn stared at me.
"You lowlife. How dare you."
I looked at her in disbelief.
The warmth and affection that once filled Evelyn's eyes when she looked at me were gone.
Replaced by nothing but cold indifference.
She turned and bowed to Elmer.
"He was never properly disciplined. Offending you like this is unforgivable."
Elmer steadied her by the arm.
He cast me a single frigid glance.
Evelyn spoke again.
"Everything Andrew just offered is void. All of you still work under Mr. Dickerson Sr. Anyone who tried to sign on with Andrew just now—
"Stay behind. Thirty lashes each."
My eyes went wide.
"Evelyn!"
Even Elmer clearly hadn't expected it.
After a beat of surprise, he turned to me with that trademark sneer of contempt.
"Then I thank the princess for her kindness."
Elmer climbed into the carriage and left.
The men were forced to the ground.
Evelyn's own guards administered the lashes.
Not a shred of mercy.
Within minutes, the entire street echoed with screams.
"Your Highness, have mercy! We'll never work for the prince consort again!"
"Never in this lifetime! Please, mercy!"
"Evelyn!"
I lunged forward, half out of my mind with fury.
A maidservant caught my arm and held me back.
"Your Highness, please don't make things worse for yourself.
"Surely you know. The princess has been in love with your brother since they were children."
The air left my lungs.
I remembered asking her once whether she truly had feelings for me.
That smile she gave. Saying nothing.
In that moment.
I understood.
I understood everything.
Evelyn's gaze settled on me.
"You could have gone after anyone. But not him."
Her voice was ice.
"As of today, you and I are no longer husband and wife."
Because I'd poached her beloved's people, she'd sentenced our marriage to death.
I laughed. Bitter and hollow.
"Good. I didn't want to be your consort anyway."
In the span of half a year.
I'd received two divorce decrees.
Everything I'd earned through my own business.
By law, it all belonged to the princess's household.
Evelyn tossed me half without a second thought.
She was just like my brother.
She looked down on every cent I'd made.
I secured a merchant's license for a trade route.
And started a business on the river.
After that public beating in broad daylight, almost no one in Kingsport dared work for me anymore.
