Awakening Love Reborn to Be His Duchess (Elowen Hale) novel Chapter 480

Elowen did not panic.

Instead, she drew in a steady breath and turned to Mira. "Go find out what's happening. Don't come back until you have something clear."

"Yes, Your Grace." Mira rushed out at once.

Only then did Elowen lower her voice. "Princess, what's happening may not be aimed at Nordia at all. This may be directed at Duskmoor Manor. And because of that, your delegation has become the easiest piece to move."

Flowira stilled, then slowly nodded as understanding took hold. "You mean... my uncle is being used."

"The situation is still unclear," Elowen said, her tone firm. "But you need to leave now. Anson will escort you the way you came. Once you return, speak to Prince Roderic immediately. Tell him everything. He needs to be on guard."

A pause, then softer, "And so do you."

By now, Vanelle no longer felt like a capital at peace, but a place where something unseen was tightening its grip.

They reached the doorway just as Mira came rushing back, breath uneven.

The moment Elowen saw her face, something in her chest tightened.

"This better be clear," Elowen said quietly.

Mira swallowed. "Your Grace... there's been an attack."

Elowen's gaze sharpened. "On who?"

"Prince Roderic," Mira said, her voice trembling despite her effort to steady it. "He was ambushed on the road back from the palace. He's badly injured and hasn't regained consciousness. They've taken him back to the royal residence for treatment."

For a moment, Elowen said nothing.

Flowira's eyes widened, shock flashing across her face. "No... that can't be right."

She pressed her lips together, forcing herself to stay composed. There was no use asking a servant for details she couldn't possibly have.

"I need to go," she said quickly, turning to Elowen. "If anything changes, I'll come back at once."

Elowen nodded and stepped aside, giving Anson quiet but urgent instructions before seeing her out.

When the door closed, she turned back. "Where is His Grace?"

Before Mira could answer, footsteps approached again.

This time, they were unhurried, steady, deliberate.

The warm glow from the corridor's iron sconces cast a long shadow across the floor, slipping through the narrow opening of the door, where it stretched inward in a shape that was unmistakably tall, broad, and achingly familiar.

A hand pressed gently against the wood, easing the door open.

Elowen looked up.

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