Elizabeth stood silently at the edge of the crowd, wearing a court gown, her silver-white hair draped over her shoulders, close to the throne yet seemingly separated by an invisible chasm.
As a member of the royal family, she theoretically had the right to inherit the throne, but this remained only at the theoretical level.
Reality was cold and cruel; none of the factions present would choose her.
The great nobles would not choose her; the Union she controlled and vigorously developed had already impacted the fundamental interests of too many nobles who accumulated wealth by exploiting workers.
If not for their fear of the unfathomable Lu Yan behind her, the noble class would likely have long since united against the Union.
Keeping her away from the center of power was precisely what they were happy to see.
