Love's Unexpected Awakening Elowen's Choice novel Chapter 152

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As he spoke, Alaric drew the letter from inside his coat. It had been tucked close to him for some time, still carrying his warmth.

Cassian took it, faint distaste flickering across his face. Alaric stared at him, confused.

Cassian recalled what he had said. “You were outside. Did you see your aunt?”

Alaric’s mind flashed to Elowen’s limp wrist. A thread of guilt tightened in his chest. He kept his expression steady and nodded. “I did.”

A guard nearby opened his mouth as if to report something.

Alaric noticed immediately and cut in, “Uncle.”

Cassian glanced at him. “Yes?”

“His Majesty is waiting in the palace. Perhaps you could read it now, so I can report back.”

With Theodric invoked, there was little room to refuse.

Cassian gave a short acknowledgment and unfolded the letter.

The commanders and guards stepped back, careful not to glance at confidential matters.

Alaric quietly let out a breath.

Cassian read through it. His expression did not change. He folded it again. “Tell His Majesty I understand. I already have a response in mind. I will go to the palace later to discuss it with him.”

Alaric hesitated. “You won’t send a written reply?

“No.”

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“Then… would you consider going now? We could head back together.”

Cassian’s gaze cooled. “Are you telling me how to manage my time?”

Alaric lowered his head quickly. “No, Uncle.”

“Then return,” Cassian said coldly. “Don’t linger in camp.”

He had no patience to spare.

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Elowen had come to the Northern Garrison to see him for the first time, even brought medicine herself. He did not intend to keep her waiting.

And he certainly did not intend to look at her childhood companion any longer than necessary. Even if that companion was his own nephew, one more second might tempt him. to throw the boy straight out the gate.

Alaric left without another word. His steps were quick, almost hurried.

Cassian noticed, but did not dwell on it. He secured the letter and asked a guard, “Where is Elowen?”

“She’s resting in the side room.”

Cassian nodded.

He was about to signal Bran forward when the field surgeon arrived in a rush, medical case in hand, bowing respectfully.

Cassian’s instincts sharpened. “Who’s injured?”

“Your Grace fell. I’ve come to examine her.”

Cassian frowned. “How did she fall?”

The surgeon did not know.

Cassian turned sharply to the guard. “Explain.”

Under the weight of that tone, cold sweat broke across the guard’s back. “She was walking normally. His Highness suddenly grabbed her. She fell. Her wrist appears to be dislocated.”

Cassian stilled. Her wrist is dislocated. Because of Alaric?

He understood all at once why Alaric had tried to rush him back to the palace, and why he had walked away so fast, almost like he was running.

At the time, it had struck him as odd. Now it all clicked. The kid had been rattled.

Cassian’s gaze went cold, the last trace of patience draining from his face.

“Your Grace,” Bran said carefully.

“See Elowen first,” Cassian replied through clenched teeth.

Alaric could be dealt with later. Inside the room, Elowen sat quietly, staring at her dislocated

wrist.

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Gerda watched her with concern, unsure whether she was thinking about the Crown Prince or wondering when Cassian would arrive.

In truth, neither.

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