Love's Unexpected Awakening Elowen's Choice novel Chapter 210

Chapter 210 A Performance

Elowen nodded earnestly. Cassian’s lips curved. Kiss me.”

She blinked. “But you just did.”

“Did I?” he asked lightly.

“You did.”

“That was before,” he said, smiling. “I want another.”

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Her face burned instantly. His hand slid slowly along her back. His voice dropped, coaxing. “Ella. Just one. Please.”

The warmth in his palm made her shiver. His voice alone made refusal impossible. Flustered and brave all at once, she leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

Then, after a second, she added another.

Her face crimson, she whispered, “That’s enough”

Cassian laughed softly and kissed her hard in return. “The rest, tonight.”

Her heart jumped. Cassian released her and got out of bed.

Elowen sat there for a moment, heat still lingering in her skin, his words echoing in her mind.

When did we get like this? This close.

Though she did not resist him, and even found a quiet comfort when he held her close and kissed her, marriage meant more than that. There were other duties a wife was expected to

fulfill. Consummation.

At the thought of it, Elowen’s heart began to pound.

Once everything settled… perhaps she should take it upon herself to learn how to properly please her husband.

Isla stood in the courtyard under the bright sun, no shade overhead. Beside her stood Duchess Yvonne.

Both were women of rank, unused to standing under harsh sunlight. Sweat already beaded at their temples.

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Cora urged gently, “Your Majesty, Duchess, the sun is growing stronger. The hall is prepared with coffee and pastries. Please rest inside.”

Isla shook her head. “No. Elowen is ill. I bear responsibility. I cannot sit comfortably while

she suffers.”

Yvonne looked indignant on Isla’s behalf. “Your Majesty was unwell the day of the hunt and did not attend. How can this be blamed on you?”

She turned to Cora. “I heard the Duchess has been bedridden for three days. And Her Majesty has come three days in a row. Is Her Majesty supposed to wait here for ten or fifteen days?”

“Yvonne,” Isla said gently, stopping her.

Her expression was mild and compliant. “Elower is angry with me. And with Alaric. If I must wait a month, even three, to earn her forgiveness, that would only be right.”

Cora frowned slightly.

Those words sound humble. But Her Majesty is putting herself too low and lifting Her Grace far too high. Isn’t that just inviting resentment?

Cora was about to speak in Elowen’s defense.

Yvonne cut in sharply, displeased. “No matter what, she is still only a duchess. You are the queen. Lowering yourself like this, begging at her door, overturns order. And for what? One horse. How many people have died in Vanelle these past days? Is that not enough? She refuses to see you. Must His Majesty come personally?”

A faint smile touched Isla’s lips, quickly hidden.

After Yvonne finished, Isla pressed lightly on her hand. “Yvonne, say such things only before me. Do not speak carelessly outside.”

Yvonne was known throughout Vanelle for her loose tongue. What she saw and heard today would never stay quiet.

When word spread, Isla would gain praise for humility and grace. And Elowen would be labeled arrogant and ungrateful.

That was exactly what Isla intended.

She sighed. “Cassian and Elowen are newly married. Cassian is deeply fond of her…”

“Crash!”

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