Awakening Love Reborn to Be His Duchess (Elowen Hale) novel Chapter 457

The attendant standing before her had no ties of blood or loyalty that bound her to this cause, yet she had still stepped forward and spoken at risk of offending the king.

It was strange how loyalty worked, how people chose their sides. Nothing about it was ever as simple as it seemed.

"Your Majesty..."

Hilda's voice trembled as she looked at Isla's drained, distant expression, her chest tightening with guilt. "I failed you. I should have spoken better, done more. I couldn't turn things in your favor..."

Isla slowly shook her head, her voice rough with fatigue. "No. You did what you could. I misjudged him, especially the Duke of Duskmoor."

Why had she never seen it before?

Looking back now, she realized she had never truly crossed paths with Cassian in any meaningful way.

To her, he had always just been a man of war, dangerous on the battlefield, perhaps a threat to her son's future claim to the throne, but nothing more than that.

So she had acted. Quietly, decisively, arranging for him to be gravely wounded, left broken and unconscious, his legs ruined beyond recovery.

At the time, she had believed it was enough. Now, the thought felt almost laughable.

She should have finished it. She should have made sure he never drew breath again.

Isla suddenly straightened, a sharp realization cutting through the haze in her mind.

His legs had healed.

At the Stargazer Pavilion, they had seen him with her own eyes, standing without the slightest sign of weakness, moving with ease, even striking a man down without hesitation.

And yet today, in the royal study, he had remained seated in that wheeled chair as though he were still crippled.

The answer came to her in an instant.

He had been playing weak.

Setting a trap, waiting for someone to make the first move.

Which meant the Duke of Duskmoor had already begun to act, and their attention had turned directly toward her and the Baker family.

And if that was true...

Then Cassian might not be content to stand behind the throne.

He might be aiming for it.

A chill ran through her. They could not afford to wait.

"Go. Now."

Isla grabbed Hilda's wrist so abruptly that the older woman flinched, a quiet gasp escaping her lips, but Isla didn't loosen her grip. Her voice wavered under the strain of urgency. "Ride to the Baker Estate immediately. Speak to my father and my brother. Tell them to go back over everything tied to that matter. Every record, every person who had a hand in it, no matter how small or how long ago. I want it all checked again, thoroughly. Nothing can be left behind. Not a single thread that could be followed back to us. Do you understand?"

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