Awakening Love Reborn to Be His Duchess (Elowen Hale) novel Chapter 633

Chapter 633 Old Wounds

The matrons immediately understood what this visit could mean.

If they managed to earn even a little favor from the Duchess of Duskmoor because of it, that alone would be worth more than months of careful service.

But Elowen simply shook her head and answered without unnecessary explanation. “I’ll go in myself.”

The attendant faltered before quickly stepping forward in alarm. “Your Grace, perhaps that isn’t wise. Lady Daph d has become unstable these past days. She lashes out at everyone

around her, an

As she s

Befor

s something offensive to Your Grace…”

ctively moved to stop Elowen from entering.

any closer, Cassian calmly stepped between them.

mediately blocked the corridor oat fastened cleanly at the colla the slightest disorder. There n alone was enough to make

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ght behind him. Today he wore a dark d perfectly smooth, his hair bound on his face, yet the cold distance in re tighten.

d her had turned thin with winter frost.

and lowered her head at once. “Yes, Your Grace.”

not

e archway into the Secluded Wing.

and narrow, enclosed by towering walls of gray stone that head to only a thin strip of darkness. Wind drifted through the ent of damp earth, stirring the dead weeds growing between the eneath her boots.

been piled carelessly along the walls for so long that everything had

ken stool missing one leg lay overturned near the corner beside rotting basins.

ber doors stood part

a weak amber glow to spill into

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Elowen stopped outside the entrance.

Broken ceramic shards covered the floor near the doorway, likely smashed only moments ago.

Inside, Daphne sat eating supper.

Though calling it supper was generous.

A rough wooden bowl of oatmeal sat beside a small plate of pickled turnips beneath the weak glow of an iron oil lamp, its unsteady flame flickering from a poorly trimmed wick.

At the sound of footsteps, Daphne frowned impatiently and looked up.

The moment she saw Elowen standing at the doorway, her entire expression froze.

For several long seconds, she simply stared.

Elowen studied her quietly in return.

Daphne had not spent very long inside the Secluded Wing, yet she already looked almost ruined. Her cheeks had hollowed sharply, her eyes sat deep beneath bruised shadows, and her skin carried the unhealthy pallor of someone slowly being drained hollow day after day.

As Elowen looked at her, a strange sense of familiarity surfaced unexpectedly.

She thought about it carefully for a moment before finally understanding why.

It reminded her of herself in her previous life.

Back when she had endured years inside the Crown Prince’s Wing, worn down little by little until even the woman reflected in the mirror had looked just as lifeless and desolate as Daphne did now.

“And what exactly are you here for?” Daphne sneered at last, her voice roughened into something sharp and unpleasant. “Come enjoy the sight of me falling apart?”

Elowen remained standing at the doorway without moving.

The chamber was dark except for that single oil lamp burning near the table, the weak flame sputtering unevenly and throwing shifting shadows across Daphne’s face.

Fragments of broken crockery still littered the floor nearby, with water spilled across the stones.

A young servant girl cowered in the corner clutching her reddened throat, trembling hard enough that her shoulders shook visibly. Judging from the marks around her neck, Daphne had clearly attacked her only moments earlier.

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Elowen did not recognize the girl.

After one brief glance, she looked back toward Daphne instead.

“There’s something I’ve wondered about for a very long time,” Elowen said calmly. “No matter how much I thought about it, I could never understand why you hated me so deeply”

Daphne let out a short mocking laugh.

“Hate doesn’t need a reason.”

Her gaze turned sharp with bitterness.

“I didn’t like you. I couldn’t stand seeing everyone praise you all the time, so yes, I made your life difficult on purpose. I wanted you miserable.” She lifted her chin defiantly. “What’s wrong with that?”

Elowen gave a small nod.

“Then I suppose there’s nothing left to talk about.”

She turned and started toward the door.

But before she could leave, Daphne suddenly called after her in panic.

“Wait!”

Elowen did not stop entirely, though her pace slowed slightly.

Seeing herself ignored so completely, Daphne became visibly flustered. She slammed her spoon onto the table with a loud crack before hurrying several steps forward.

“Why are you leaving already?”

Her voice tightened with frustration.

“I can tell you why I hated you, but you have to help me with something too.”

That finally drew a soft laugh from Elowen.

She stopped and slowly turned back toward Daphne, her expression calm enough to make the other woman feel even more humiliated.

“Daphne, I was curious about your reasons, but that doesn’t mean I need them badly enough to bargain for them.” Her tone remained perfectly even. “You’re the one asking me for help, yet you’re still trying to negotiate with me like you have leverage.”

Her gaze drifted briefly toward the untouched plate of pickled vegetables on the table.

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“You should focus on eating your supper instead.”

Then she turned to leave again.

Heat rushed immediately into Daphne’s face.

The words were painfully direct, but there was nothing she could say to refute them.

Ever since being cast into the Secluded Wing, she had lost every trace of the status and pride she once relien. She had nothing left worth bargaining with.

lowen wa

She wa

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