Love's Unexpected Awakening Elowen's Choice novel Chapter 211

Chapter 211 Fractures

When Yvonne was seventeen, she could not even stand the sight of a fowl being dressed in the courtyard. Once, she happened upon a barn cat tearing a sparrow apart in the stables, and the image haunted her dreams all night.

Let alone the Duchess of Duskmoor, forced to watch her own horse killed before her eyes.

Inside the room, however, Cassian’s anger had not cooled.

“She’s heartbroken?” he said coldly. “Did I not kill someone for her? She was unconscious for two or three days. I stayed by her side without taking off my clothes. And what did she do when she woke up? Refused to drink her medicine. Said she’d rather die. If she dies, how am I supposed to answer to my brother? She was granted to me by His Majesty.”

Isla’s brows knit even tighter.

Yvonne tilted her head and lowered her voice. “Your Majesty… it sounds like His Grace treats Her Grace well because of His Majesty. Not because he’s as in love as people say.”

Isla said nothing. Something about it felt off, but she could not quite put her finger on it.

“Then Her Grace is pitiful too…”

Yvonne had only gotten halfway through the sentence when the sound of wheels drew closer.

Bran pushed Cassian out. His face was dark, sharp features pressed down by a simmering fury.

Yvonne quickly swallowed the rest of her words. “Your Grace.”

Cassian looked at the two of them. He seemed to steady his breath before speaking. “Your Majesty. Duchess Yvonne.”

Isla studied his expression. “Cassian, how is Elowen today?”

Cassian frowned faintly, as though hearing something unpleasant.

But mindful that they stood before others, he moderated his tone. “She’s somewhat better. She just woke up. If Your Majesty wishes to see her, please go in. The past few days she was. unconscious and not fit to receive guests. Now that she’s awake, I would not have Your Majesty turned away again.”

He paused. “Cora, escort Your Majesty and the Duchess Yvonne inside. I have matters to attend to and will not accompany you.”

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He signaled Bran to wheel him toward the study

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Isla saw nothing overtly amiss on Cassian’s face, yet she did not fully relax. She kept a quiet suspicion in mind.

Cora led the way. The two women stepped inside.

The moment they entered, they saw shattered porcelain and spilled medicine on the floor. Two maids were bent over, cleaning in silence.

From the inner chamber came a fit of coughing, thin and weak, like someone on the brink of collapse. It tightened the heart just to hear it.

Isla and Yvonne exchanged a glance. After a while, the coughing subsided.

They moved further in.

Elowen sat weakly propped against the bed in a white nightgown. Mira held a cup and helped her drink water.

Afterward, Mira wiped her lips gently and stepped aside with the cup.

Elowen lifted her eyes toward Isla and Yvonne. Her lips were pale, her smile faint and fragile. “Your Majesty, Duchess Yvonne. Forgive me for not coming out to greet you.”

As she spoke, she struggled to rise from the bed.

Seeing her sway, Yvonne hurried forward to steady her. Isla said softly, “You are not yet recovered. Please stay seated.”

Yvonne felt how light Elowen was beneath her hands. There was hardly any weight to her at all. When she glanced down, she noticed the scar along Elowen’s chin, close to ruining her face. Her heart softened.

Thinking back to what Cassian had said outside, she felt a sting of guilt for her earlier words.

“Your Grace.”

Gerda entered carrying a bowl of medicine. Following Cassian’s earlier instruction, she said, “Freshly brewed. His Grace instructed that you must drink it.”

In truth, the bowl Cassian had smashed earlier had been his own, and it had gone cold.

This one was Elowen’s. But to Isla and Yvonne, the scene meant something else entirely. For the sake of appearances, Cassian had not even prepared honey this time.

Elowen’s face fell slightly. She lifted the bowl and forced herself to swallow it bit by bit,

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fighting the bitterness.

The sharp smell spread through the room. Isla and Yvonne both instinctively raised handkerchiefs to their noses.

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