Love's Unexpected Awakening Elowen's Choice novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110 Could I Reprimand Him Too?

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Cassian, however, frowned slightly. “So you received Mrs. Wren’s note before the official invitation from Falconcrest Manor?”

“Yes.” Elowen leaned in. “You find it odd too, don’t you?”

“Odd, yes. Neither the Duke nor the Duchess would dare show me such disrespect. But it’s possible someone in between is playing games.”

Elowen tensed up a little. “So are we still going?”

Cassian’s gaze settled on her face. “Do you like water lilies?”

Elowen hesitated. “…I don’t care for them much. But their seed pods are tasty, and lotus root can be cooked in many ways. Mostly, Mrs. Wren seems eager to go.”

Cassian gave a soft chuckle. “Then we’ll go.”

“But…”

“If anyone shows you the slightest disrespect, or if anyone attempts to bully you, you have my full authority to reprimand them as you see fit.”

Elowen blinked.

“In Vanelle, Falconcrest is a high-ranking house. But you are different. You are the Duchess of Duskmoor, the King’s sister-in-law. To insult you is to insult the King and me. Punishing them is an extension of our authority. Furthermore, the Queen will not be attending. Among the ladies present, you will hold the highest rank No need to spare anyone’s pride.”

Elowen asked suddenly, “Even… the Crown Prince? Could I reprimand him too?”

Cassian looked at her for a moment, then nodded. “If you wish. Yes.”

Elowen said, a little embarrassed, “I’m worried I won’t know when to stop.”

Cassian’s tone was lazy, but his expression was serious. “Should any trouble arise, send for me immediately. I will deal with the consequences. Even if it’s murder, lay the blame at my feet.”

Elowen almost felt like bowing to him right then and there.

This was a man among men, strength personified.

She felt a growing pang of envy for the woman who truly held Cassian’s heart.

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Chapter 110 Could I Reprimand Him Too?

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Word of the Falconcrest lily-viewing event had reached Rose Hall later, along with the news that the invitation had been sent to Duskmoor Manor early.

An idea sparked in Marwen’s mind. She sought out Sylvia, who was quietly embroidering, her face wreathed in an uncharacteristically pleasant smile. “Sylvia, dear, have you paid your respects to Her Grace today?”

Sylvia didn’t look up. “Mother, just say it. Cousin-in-law told me I don’t need to visit her every day.”

Cousin-in-law, my foot! As if she really sees you as family.

Marwen seethed inwardly, but her smile remained fixed. “I merely heard she’s attending the event at Falconcrest Manor. I came to ask what you plan to wear. If you don’t have anything new, I’ll pay for a fresh outfit.”

Sylvia’s needle didn’t pause. “Mother, I won’t be going.”

Marwen didn’t buy it. “How is that possible?”

“Have you forgotten? Your words that day were unforgivable. You offended the Duchess of Falconcrest. She won’t want to see me. Why should I go and provoke her displeasure?”

Marwen grew frantic. “That’s in the past! She can’t hold a grudge forever! Besides, you are to marry her son! She may be angry, but she won’t disregard her precious boy!”

Sylvia’s voice was flat. “You insulted her son as well. He will resent me by association. He won’t want to marry me anymore.”

Marwen froze, a wave of panic hitting her. “Stop embroidering this nonsense! Go to her! Beg the Duchess to take you to Falconcrest Manor!”

Her voice took on a wheedling, instructive tone. When you see him, be sweet. Plead with him! If that fails, get him drunk! Once you’re in his bed, once there’s intimacy, he’ll have no choice but to marry you! And if anyone asks, you say the Duchess of Duskmoor taught you!”

Sylvia’s brow furrowed.

Marwen, losing patience, reached out to prod her daughter’s head. “Are you even listening to me…?”

To her surprise, Sylvia moved her head aside. Marwen’s finger met empty air.

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