Chapter 125

Chapter 125

"A serenade, you say."

Eliza openly scrunched up her face.

What Salome told her as she watched that reaction was outrageous.

"To be precise, it is closer to a folk song sung from mouth to mouth. I suppose he intends to cover one rumor with a larger one."

The song the Crown Prince meant to make fashionable was both a serenade courting a lover and a lament longing for a departed one to return.

She had never gone to him even once, so what did he mean by "return"?

That alone was absurd enough, but the bigger problem lay elsewhere.

"A tale of a greedy king who tore apart a beautiful pair of lovers. Isn't that just the sort of content the common people would be wild about?"

It was not only the song. Street plays. A novel being planned for publication. Even picture books.

Stories were reportedly…