Awakening Love Reborn to Be His Duchess (Elowen Hale) novel Chapter 213

213 Fever

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Daphne’s anxiety spiked. “What happened to the Crown Prince’s Wing? Don’t tell me it got dragged down because of me too?”

“How could that be? The Crown Prince’s Wing has been reopened,” Iris said. “Rest easy, my lady–your marriage to His Highness is still on.”

Daphne froze.

She was… fine?

Her eyes welled up at once. “I’m still going to be the Crown Princess… I’m still going to be the Crown Princess:..”

Iris nodded. “Exactly. It seems Marchioness of Havenstead still took Her Majesty and the Crown Prince’s Wing into consideration. In just a few days, it’ll be the wedding–you’re about to become the lady of the Crown Prince’s Wing.”

The lady of the Crown Prince’s Wing!

Daphne’s heart started pounding. She drew a sharp breath. “Quick–get me dressed. I need to see His Highness right away!”

Iris tried to dissuade her. “Wouldn’t it be better to wait until your injuries heal a bit?”

Daphne let out a soft scoff. “You foolish girl, what do you know? If I wait until they heal, it’ll be too late. It has to be today. The moment the Crown Prince’s Wing reopens, I show up–he’ll know I care about him more than anything. And when he sees my face like this, he’ll only feel more sympathy… more affection.”

Then, impatient, she snapped, “Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and get me ready!”

A quarter of an hour later, filled with excitement and anticipation, Daphne climbed into a carriage bound for the Crown Prince’s Wing.

Meanwhile, at the Crown Prince’s Wing, Alaric’s fever had eased slightly.

His memories were still hazy. From the servants, he’d only learned that he had offended the Duchess of Duskmoor and was confined to the Crown Prince’s Wing because of it—but today, the restriction had been lifted.

Alaric’s thoughts turned cold. That Duchess of Duskmoor must be trouble–probably tried to seduce him at the hunting grounds, and he lashed out in anger.

And Theodric, wary of Cassian, had punished him because of it.

Then Alaric thought of Elowen, Elowen, who had loved him with her whole heart–loved him enough to die for him.

Now that the Crown Prince’s Wing was open again, she would definitely come see him first thing.

At that thought, his mood lifted. The heaviness that had weighed on him for days finally eased.

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Chapter 213 Fever

“Your Highness, someone’s here!”

A servant hurried in with the report.

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Alaric leaned back against the cushions. The injuries on his face still throbbed faintly, but it did nothing to dampen his good mood.

Of course. Elowen couldn’t stay away from him for even a moment.

He could already picture her rushing over–hair slightly disheveled, those eyes that only ever held him brimming with tears, full of worry and urgency.

Seeing him like this, she would surely be heartbroken.

Alaric considered it–should he say, “Why are you crying? I’m fine,” or just pull her into his arms and comfort her?

The servant continued, “Miss Garrett has arrived at the Crown Prince’s Wing.”

Alaric stiffened, his brows knitting. “Who did you say?!”

The servant shrank under the sudden shift in his expression, lowering his head. “I said… Miss Garrett.”

Miss Garrett? Which Miss Garrett? Why isn’t it Elowen?!

Alaric fixed him with a sharp stare, nearly grinding his teeth. “Miss Garrett?”

The servant lowered his head even further, voice trembling. “The daughter of Lord Chancellor Galen… Daphne Garrett… She heard Your Highness was recovering and came to visit…”

A wave of irritation and disappointment surged through Alaric. “What is she doing here…”

He looked back at the servant, unwilling to accept it. “Is there anyone else outside asking to see me? Where’s Elowen?”

The servant dropped straight to the floor, shaking. “Reporting to Your Highness–there’s no one else… only Miss Garrett’s carriage.”

That’s impossible!

Alaric clenched his jaw.

The reopening of the Crown Prince’s Wing was no small matter. Elowen would have known first.

She was so devoted to him–back then, if he felt even the slightest discomfort, she would panic, stay by his side day and night, racking her brain to prepare medicines and nourishing broths for him.

Now he had been gravely ill and confined–how could she not come?

“Your Highness-”

A soft, delicate female voice came from outside. Daphne stepped into the hall, her figure graceful, her movements fluid.

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