Awakening Love Reborn to Be His Duchess (Elowen Hale) novel Chapter 562

Awakening Love Reborn to Be His Duchess

Chapter 562 No Turning Back

Anson withdrew at once.

Cassian glanced up briefly. “Alaric’s man?”

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Elowen nodded. “He’s getting restless. Sending someone to feel things out.”

Cassian

gave a quiet acknowledgment and went back to the dough, saying nothing more.

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Tristan stood outside the side entrance of Hale Manor for a full half hour under the midday sun. The heat pressed down heavily enough to make his head swim.

He didn’t dare urge anyone. He simply stood there, posture rigid, sweat tracing down along his temples.

At last, a maid came to bring him inside.

In the Great Hall, Elowen sat at the head of the room, composed and unreadable.

Tristan kept his gaze low as he stepped forward, offering a deep, formal bow before repeating Alaric’s message word for word.

Elowen listened without interruption, then gave a soft, almost amused breath. “He really said all that?”

Tristan steadied himself. “Yes, Your Grace.”

Elowen shook her head faintly. “Working for someone like that can’t be easy.”

She wasn’t trying to make things difficult for him. But the Crown Prince’s side had been pushing too aggressively, and she intended to take that edge down a notch.

To Tristan, her words landed with unsettling weight.

He instinctively lifted his head, then quickly lowered it again, unsure how to respond.

“Go back and tell him this,” Elowen said, her tone calm and even. “There’s no middle ground left between us. No room to negotiate. Either he falls, or I do. That’s it. If he thinks he can use that incident again, he’s welcome to try. I’ll be waiting”

She gave a slight tilt of her chin. “You can go.”

Tristan turned to leave.

“Wait.”

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Elowen seemed to recall something. “Last time, it was Iris who came, wasn’t it? Why the change?”

Tristan hesitated. His lips parted, but no words came.

Elowen’s expression softened just slightly. “He’s always been like this. It’s not easy, serving under him.”

She glanced toward Mira.

Mira stepped forward with a small, polished white vial and held it out.

Elowen’s voice turned gentle. “This was prepared by a physician here at the manor. It helps with swelling and leaves no scars, especially on delicate skin. I heard he struck her recently. Take this to her.”

Tristan stared at the vial for a moment before looking up at her.

Something tightened in his chest, something he couldn’t quite name.

When he reached out, his fingers trembled.

He took the vial carefully, then bowed deeply. “Thank you, Your Grace. I’ll make sure she receives it.”

On the way back, he held the vial tightly in his hand, his thoughts churning.

Lady of the First Rank…

Someone outside their world still cared whether people like them lived or suffered. Still noticed something as small as a servant girl’s injury.

But the Crown Prince?

Iris had given him everything, and at the slightest misstep, he struck her, punished her, drove her to collapse, and wouldn’t even allow her basic care.

What would it be like… to serve someone like her instead?

The thought hit him so suddenly it almost startled him out of his stride.

By the time he returned, Alaric was already waiting.

He grabbed Tristan by the arms. “Well? What did she say? Did she back down?”

Fear tightened Tristan’s throat. He stepped back and lowered himself quickly, head bowed.

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“Your Grace said… there is no room for compromise. Only that one of you will fall.”

“Unbelievable.”

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Alaric lashed out, kicking over a small table nearby. “That ungrateful, venomous woman. I should have seen it sooner. She thinks she’s won? Thinks that useless uncle of mine will protect her?”

His voice rose, shaking with anger. “She’ll regret this. She’ll come back and beg for mercy.”

Tristan remained still, barely breathing.

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