Awakening Love Reborn to Be His Duchess (Elowen Hale) novel Chapter 337

Chapter 337 Dangerous Games

But Daphne had plans for Elowen, and the Nordian princess might be the perfect partner,

She forced down her irritation and pulled a smile across her face, though it looked more strained than pleasant.

Just as she was about to speak, Flowira suddenly set down her cup with a hard clack.

She stood, her tall figure casting a shadow across the room. “I’m leaving.”

Daphne blinked, caught off guard. “Already?”

Flowira rubbed the back of her neck, uninterested. “Nothing here is worth my time. The way you people talk in circles gives me a headache. I’d rather go take a nap.”

She really turned and started for the door.

Seeing her chance slipping away, Daphne forgot decorum, raised her voice, and hurried to block the exit. “Your Highness, please wait! I… I have something to ask you!”

Flowira paused at the threshold and looked back over one shoulder. “What now?”

Daphne took a breath and blurted it out. “I heard you have feelings for the Duke of Duskmoor -and that you hate his wife?”

Flowira’s indifferent expression shifted.

Now that is interesting.

But who had said she hated the Duchess?

The truth was, she rather liked her. She had even complimented her at the banquet.

Anyone who knew Flowira knew kindness was rare from her. Usually she was insulting someone or mocking them. Perhaps she hadn’t fully grasped the finer shades of Avenlor’s language and had been misunderstood.

After thinking it over, Flowira turned and walked back inside, though she didn’t sit at first. She stood over Daphne, looking down at her. “Who told you that?”

Daphne dodged the question. “That’s why I invited you here. I wanted to hear it from you.”

Flowira raised a brow, then sat again and idly drummed her fingers on the table.

Daphne arranged her face into something pleading. “The truth is, I don’t like her either. She’s

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caused me trouble. If you dislike her and truly care for the Duke, I’m willing to help you. We could replace her–with you as the new Duchess.”

Flowira’s brow lifted higher. Her tone stretched out on purpose. “Oh?”

Thinking she had finally struck the right note, Daphne allowed herself a sly smile. “They’ve been married over half a year and she still isn’t pregnant. The Duke still can’t stand, and she hasn’t helped him recover. Doesn’t that count as neglect? Her whole family is gone too–she has no influence at court. With a wife like that, it should be easy to find an excuse to get rid of her.”

Flowira looked at Daphne for a long moment, her expression unreadable.

At last, her fingers went still. “I’ll think about it.”

Daphne was anxious, but she didn’t dare push harder. She offered her most agreeable smile. “Of course. If you have anything to say, just send word.”

Flowira gave a vague nod, rose, and walked out.

Daphne personally escorted her to the outer doors and watched the tall figure climb into the carriage and disappear down the snow–bright road.

Iris stepped close, lightly taking Daphne’s arm as she murmured, “My lady, you really shouldn’t have shown all your cards just now. If she knows exactly what we want, she’ll have too much leverage over us. That leaves us in a dangerous position, always reacting instead of acting.”

Daphne jerked her arm away. “Nordians are direct. They hate backroom schemes. They’ll appreciate my honesty and trust me more for it. That’s how things get done!”

The more she spoke, the more convinced she became. She watched Flowira’s carriage retreat, confidence humming inside her. “Just wait. She’ll come crawling back soon enough.”

The snow began falling harder again.

Daphne scowled and muttered, “It never ends.”

Meanwhile, when Flowira returned to the guest residence, the wind and snow rattled against the windows.

She lingered under the eaves, watching the storm for a while, until the cold finally drove her inside.

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