Awakening Love Reborn to Be His Duchess (Elowen Hale) novel Chapter 267

Awakening Love: Reborn to Be His Duchess

Chapter 267 A Plea That Backfires

Elspeth’s expression hardened at once. “Laurent is the one who crossed the line, so why are you the one running around begging for mercy?”

Anwen’s face tightened further. Her lips parted as if she meant to explain, yet no explanation seemed able to leave her mouth without making things sound worse.

Elowen adopted a mild, almost guileless expression, as though the whole situation had simply confused her. “Lady Anwen told me it wasn’t anything serious. I don’t understand military affairs, and she cried so miserably that I couldn’t help feeling awful for her.”

Her tone remained earnest and gentle. “So I swallowed my pride and went to speak with Cassian, hoping he might say a word to His Majesty.”

Elspeth’s frown deepened into open irritation as she turned sharply toward Anwen. “That man is your husband. If he’s the one who made a mess of things, then you should be the one pleading with Cassian. Why on earth would you push Ella into doing it? Because you think she’s too kind to refuse?”

Anwen’s face drained of color. She stood there trembling, humiliation written across every line of her expression, yet she could not find a single reply that wouldn’t make the situation worse.

Elowen lowered her gaze, her lashes casting faint shadows that made her look harmless and almost sweet.

After this, she will think twice before coming to me again. That alone makes the trouble worthwhile.

“Mother.”

Clarisse’s voice drifted in from the covered walkway, slightly hoarse.

Everyone turned.

Clarisse stepped into the hall from the back courtyard, that broad–shouldered man following a step behind her.

The moment Yvonne noticed them, her brow creased faintly. The reaction was subtle, but unmistakable. She shifted her gaze away at once, as though looking at them for too long might

leave a stain.

Elowen watched them as well.

Clarisse looked perfectly composed. Her gown was neat, her hair arranged with careful

precision. Nothing about her appearance suggested anything improper.

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Chapter 267 A Plea That Backfires

“Go to the Royal Court?” Anwen frowned. “And what exactly would we do there?”

“To see His Highness.”

Anwen’s expression twisted. “Why would His Highness help? You know perfectly well he’s never liked your father. We should be asking Her Majesty instead.”

Clarisse gave a quiet snort. “And you think Her Majesty is any fonder of him? It’s the same problem either way. His Highness is the better choice.”

Anwen’s frown deepened. “But everyone knows His Highness is wary of Cassian…”

Clarisse smiled faintly and lowered her voice.

“Mother, didn’t you notice something at the wedding in the Crown Prince’s Wing?”

Anwen stared at her without understanding.

Clarisse’s lips curved slightly. “His Highness barely paid any attention to the Crown Princess that day.”

She paused before finishing softly.

“He spent most of his time watching the Duchess of Duskmoor.”

She shrugged lightly. “We’re simply going to ask for help. That’s all.”

Anwen hesitated, uncertainty still written across her face. “Do you really think this will save your father?”

“You’ll find out if we try.”

Anwen had no better option. Even if Clarisse’s plan felt dangerously uncertain, there was nothing else left for her to grasp.

With a weary sigh, she climbed into the carriage.

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