Did I Become the Heir Today?

Ever since I was little, Mother had told me that the Marchioness was a broad, hulking shrew with the heart of a viper. Anyone who offended her, she said, would be beaten half to death and locked in a dark room to perish. Yet on the day we were brought to the marquis’s estate, the woman seated at the head of the main hall looked like a celestial maiden. Mother sprang forward and hoisted her out of the chair. “Sitting in the Marchioness’s place? Have you got a death wish?”