Awakening Love Reborn to Be His Duchess (Elowen Hale) novel Chapter 543

No harsh questioning came.

No sudden accusation.

Alaric simply spoke, his tone controlled. "Go find Tristan. Have him leave the palace at once and carry a message to the Baker Estate. Tell my two uncles the matter they requested has already been handled."

Iris paused for a brief moment.

So it was only a message.

The tightness in her chest finally loosened just a little. She lowered her head. "Yes, Your Highness."

The following day, just beyond Vanelle's outer gates, banners snapped in the wind as ranks of guards stood in formal formation.

Caelan stood at the front, dressed in full ceremonial attire, dark velvet layered over deep crimson, trimmed with gold thread. His posture was upright, his expression composed.

There was still a trace of youth in his features, but his gaze had steadied. The weight of royal bearing had already begun to settle over him.

The Nordian delegation approached at a measured pace.

Their carriage rolled to a stop. The curtain was drawn aside, and under the escort of several Nordian guards, the newly appointed envoy stepped down.

She appeared to be in her early twenties, dressed in the signature style of Nordian nobility. Her gown was richly layered, bold in color and intricate in pattern, adorned with heavy goldwork and large gemstones at her throat and wrists.

Her figure was tall and full, her skin warm-toned.

Her eyes stood out the most, long and slightly lifted at the corners, carrying a sharp, alluring edge.

There was something calculating in the way she looked at people.

Caelan stepped forward, his voice clear and steady. "You've come a long way. The journey must have been tiring. His Majesty has sent me to welcome you personally, and a reception has been prepared within the palace this evening. We would be honored if you would attend."

Valessa let her gaze travel over him slowly, her voice lazy but edged. "Last time my brother entered your palace, he never came back out. From what I hear, your palace doesn't sound particularly safe."

She paused, then let out a faint, amused breath.

"I think I'll stay where you've arranged for us instead. Feels more reliable."

Then she tilted her head slightly, her lips curving. "And I am the sister of the King of Nordia. By custom, shouldn't a prince of higher standing be sent to receive me? Instead, you send someone like you?"

Her eyes lingered, openly dismissive.

"Still a boy."

The words were blunt.

Several Avenlor officials nearby shifted uncomfortably.

Caelan, however, remained composed. The day before, he had gone to Hale Manor. Cassian had warned him clearly.

Valessa was difficult.

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