Awakening Love Reborn to Be His Duchess (Elowen Hale) novel Chapter 639

Chapter 639 A Visit to the Palace

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Then Elowen heard herself speak, her voice quiet enough that it almost blended into the crackling fire, yet every word landed with startling clarity.

“I want Alaric’s head.”

The room fell silent for a heartbeat after the words left her mouth, and even Elowen herself paused slightly, suddenly realizing just how ruthless that sounded once spoken aloud.

Cassian, however, looked entirely unbothered.

“All right,” he said calmly, as though she had merely requested a change to tomorrow’s dinner menu. “Then we’ll take his head.”

No matter how dangerous the subject became, his tone remained unhurried and composed, steady enough to make even murder sound ordinary.

Then, after agreeing so casually to something so grim, he asked in the same even voice, “Do you still want to rest for a while?”

Elowen stared at him before letting out a helpless laugh and shaking her head.

“There’s no chance I’m sleeping now.”

A faint smile appeared in Cassian’s eyes.

“Fair enough.” He rose from the sofa and offered her his hand. “Then go change. We’re heading to the palace.”

That caught her completely off guard.

“The palace?” She blinked at him. “What are we going there for?”

Cassian reached over and brushed his thumb gently along her cheek, his touch warm against her skin.

“Alaric’s dead,” he replied matter-of-factly. “So naturally, we should go see my brother, offer condolences, and play the part of concerned family members.” A trace of amusement flickered through his gaze. “And while we’re there, we should also make sure everything is arranged properly so that Daphne remains the only culprit in this matter. Alaric’s death can’t be connected to anyone else.”

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By the time Cassian and Elowen arrived at the royal residence and made their way Theodric’s private study, the atmosphere throughout the corridor already felt heavy enough to choke on.

Outside the chamber doors, Quin looked deeply miserable.

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The lines between his brows were pulled so tightly together that Elowen suspected the poor man had been standing there suffering for quite some time already. The moment he spotted Cassian and Elowen approaching, relief flashed briefly across his face before fading again almost immediately.

He hurried forward and lowered his voice.

“Your Grace… why did you come at a time like this?”

Cassian did not slow his pace. “I’m here to see my brother.

Quin instinctively glanced toward the tightly shut doors behind him before leaning closer and lowering his voice even further.

His Majesty’s in a terrible mood right now. He just sent the Ministry of Rites away before

ey’d even finished speaking.”

owen understood at once.

No matter how many crimes Alaric had committed, and no matter how thoroughly he had disgraced himself afterward, he was still Theodric’s own son.

More importantly, he had once been the heir to the throne.

Stripping him of his title had been a matter of law.

Allowing him to remain under royal protection afterward had been a matter of blood.

Now that Alaric was dead, Theodric was bound to grieve no matter what had happened between them.

That was simply human nature.

Cassian asked calmly, “What happened?”

Quin had barely opened his mouth when the sharp crash of breaking porcelain exploded from inside the study.

A cup had clearly shattered against the floor.

The next

every

‘s furious voice thundered through the doors loudly enough for

rvice now? The warm water’s gone cold! Get in here

e sounded far too intense for something as minor as water. It was obvious

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he had been holding fury inside for hours and finally found the smallest excuse to unleash it

Quin looked as though he wanted to disappear on the spot.

After smoothing out his robes with the expression of a man preparing for execution, he drew in a breath and started toward the doors.

Before he could enter, Cassian stopped him with one hand.

“Lord Jett, wait.”

Quin hesitated. “Your Grace?”

“I’ll go in first,” Cassian said calmly. “You can take the opportunity to have fresh water prepared.”

Quin looked uncertain. “But His Majesty’s temper right now…”

Cassian’s expression remained perfectly relaxed. “I’m only going in to calm him down a little.”

Quin stared at him for a moment before finally nodding with visible gratitude. “Right… yes. Thank you, Your Grace.”

Without another word, Cassian pushed open the heavy doors himself before stepping aside to let Elowen enter first.

The atmosphere inside the royal study felt suffocating.

Theodric sat behind the carved oak desk with a face dark enough to rival the storm clouds gathering outside. Broken porcelain littered the floor beside him, and spilled water had soaked into the patterned stone beneath the desk.

The moment he heard footsteps, he looked up sharply.

“What are you two doing here?” he demanded irritably. “I didn’t summon either of you, and there’s no need to come offering formal gratitude today.”

Compared to the fury they had heard through the doors moments ago, his tone had softened somewhat, though his mood was clearly still terrible.

Cassian stopped before the desk and inclined his head respectfully.

“We heard Prince Alaric was attacked, so we came to check on Your Majesty.”

Theodric’s brows tightened immediately.

“There’s no prince anymore.”

After a brief pause, his gaze drifted toward the reports spread across the desk, and exhaustion

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-placed part of the anger in his expression.

“And it wasn’t an attack,” he added quietly. “He’s dead.”

Cassian looked appropriately startled, as though hearing the news for the very first time

“Dead?” His expression darkened. “That suddenly?”

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