Awakening Love Reborn to Be His Duchess (Elowen Hale) novel Chapter 202

Chapter 202 The Decision

Her eyes reddened as she looked at Cassian. “May we send her away?”

“Yes,” Cassian answered without hesitation.

He turned to Bran. “Tell Her Majesty to return. Inform her it is my decision.”

Bran was not surprised. He bowed and withdrew.

Elowen exhaled quietly.

“Finish the medicine?” Cassian asked.

She nodded and drank the rest obediently.

Afterward she said, “I’d like to sleep a little longer.”

“All right,” he replied.

She lay back down. Mira carefully tucked the covers around her. Soon she drifted into sleep. In her dream, she returned to childhood.

That summer had been unbearably hot. The palace had sent rare fruits, some brought from far–off lands at

great expense.

Her father had prized them greatly and decided to host a small feast so the family could share in the royal favor.

Elowen had stolen several instead, wrapping them in cloth and bringing them to share with Ember.

One for her. One for the horse.

They ate until satisfied.

Later, she wandered back lazily for a nap and encountered her mother investigating the missing fruit.

She tried to slip away but was called to a halt. “Where have you just come from?”

Elowen smiled brightly. “I went to see Ember. It’s terribly hot. Ember looked faint.”

Her mother arched a brow. “The palace sent fruit. Did you and Ember share some?”

Elowen shifted. “That would be rather improper…”

Her mother laughed despite herself. “Improper? And yet you stole it?”

Elowen blinked, puzzled how she had been discovered. Her mother snorted softly. “You forgot to wipe the juice from your clothes.”

Elowen gasped in dismay. She was ordered to pray alone in the chapel as punishment. She stood there in silence.

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Chapter 202 The Decision

status as prince. Reduced to a commoner. Made to suffer. Then put to death.”

“Ella, if you nod, I will make it happen.”

Her fingers tightened in his clothing. Through blurred tears, she nodded firmly.

Meanwhile, at the Crown Prince’s Wing, Alaric’s fever still had not broken, and no one dared to sleep. anxious for his recovery yet equally afraid he might truly fall from Theodric’s favor.

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