Awakening Love Reborn to Be His Duchess (Elowen Hale) novel Chapter 807

Chapter 807 A Toast Written In Blood

Malkor walked into this exact scene.

Shadows pooled in his eyes. He took his seat, grabbed a cup, and threw a plastic smile. Your Majesty t throwing out the red carpet today.”

The King shot him a flat look. “The Duke is a royal guest. Red carpet is standard.

Malkor kept the smile. “Royal guests get toasts. I hear Avenlorans are big on rules. Since it is a welcoming banquet, the Duke needs to knock back a few rounds. Let us see the swagger of the God of War.

On cue, a noble behind him jumped up.

Built like a brick house with a scruffy beard. He hoisted a bowl. “D*mn right! Nordians respect heroes. The Duke gave us hell on the battlefield. Drink these three bowls, and we wipe the slate clean!”

Big talk, but those three bowls were the size of soup pots.

The peanut gallery started howling.

“Chug!”

“Don’t

you’re a hero!”

“Is

scared of some booze?”

e a statue.

barking in Nordian. Elowen caught the drift. She looked down at Cassian’s hand under the table.

s popping, pressing against his knee.

ody else noticed, but she was close. His fingers were turning into ice.

t as she went to speak, Cassian looked up.

le locked onto the noble. “I don’t hash out old grudge with losers.”

The guy’s face hit a brick wall.

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Batu Tribe lost seven camps in three days. You didn’t have the

wyou’ve got the spine to push booze at a banquet.”

opping on the hand holding the bowl.

ordian muscle?”

ere real muscle, you’d have died in the dirt, not flexing a wine bowl here.”

hed the bowl on the table.

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Chapter 807 A Toast Written In Blood

Booze flew everywhere. The tension spiked.

Elowen looked up, speaking Avenloran with pure chill. “This gentleman just said Nordians respect heroes, and three bowls wipes the slate clean.”

She eyed the bowls. “But word on the street is a real Nordian hero downs three bowls first to prove he’s legit.”

A protocol guy translated her jab.

The noble blinked in shock.

A smirk crept onto Elowen’s lips. “What? You want a toast from my husband without putting in the bare minimum?”

A few snickers echoed around them.

The guy’s face got even uglier.

Nordia actually had that rule, but the snobs stopped using it ages ago.

For an Avenloran Duchess to pull that out of thin air left him scrambling for a comeback.

Malkor hissed, “The Duchess knows her Nordian trivia.”

Elowen looked at him. “When in Nordia. Now that I am here, I adapt. I wouldn’t want to act like the Archduke, throwing tantrums at the palace gates because you don’t know basic manners.”

Malkor’s eyes turned to glaciers.

Cassian shot her a look, his lips twitching into a smirk.

That tiny grin took the edge right off his freezing aura.

Backed into a corner, the noble had to drink or look like a coward.

Gritting his teeth, he grabbed the first bowl and chugged it.

By bowl two, he was turning pink.

On bowl three, his throat worked overtime. Booze spilled down his beard, pulling a few laughs from the peanut gallery.

Elowen waited for him to finish before drawling, “Top-notch sincerity, sir.”

The guy hissed, “Duke’s turn, right?”

Before Cassian could speak, Elowen grabbed her gold cup.

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