Count Bonaparte had willingly supported the plan. If everything had gone as intended, Eileen Elrod would have been tried for drug-related offenses, and with enough pressure from the nobility, she would have swiftly met her end at the guillotine.
But why had they chosen Eileen Elrod in the first place?
Bonaparte strained to recall, but he had simply followed orders. He had never questioned why she had been selected. At the time, he had thought it would be amusing to see her on the scaffold.
His mind went blank, cold sweat dripping down his back. The Grand Duke was waiting. If he failed to provide a meaningful answer, he would be in grave danger. Desperately scrambling through his memories, he unearthed a faint fragment of an old conversation.
"I-I heard someone… someone who knew Your Grace well, brought up Lady Elrod's name. I don't know who they were—only that they were a highly ranked individual…"
"Count, you too occupy a high rank."
