Love's Unexpected Awakening Elowen's Choice novel Chapter 212

Chapter 212 Shifting Winds

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This time, Elowen’s surprise was real. So not only had Alaric been confined, even Isla’s authority had been removed.

No wonder Isla had been visiting Duskmoor Manor day after day.

Inside, Isla bristled with dissatisfaction, barely restraining herself from glaring at Yvonne.

She had intended for Yvonne to spread rumors about Duskmoor Manor. Instead, Yvonne had spread news of her own disgrace here.

Isla took a slow breath and forced a smile. “Alaric made a mistake. As his mother, I cannot stand apart from it. Besides, Elira has always been virtuous. I trust her to oversee the inner

court.”

She glanced at Elowen. “In a few days it will be Alaric’s wedding. Now I may devote my full attention to it.”

Elowen caught the faint edge in her gaze. The words felt deliberate.

She coughed lightly. “Perhaps I should speak with His Grace and make a visit to the palace. I would not want the Crown Prince’s Wing blamed on my account.”

Yvonne said kindly, “You might wait before speaking to His Grace. He did not look pleased earlier.”

Elowen nodded. “Thank you, Duchess.”

Isla suddenly said, “His Grace startled me today.”

She still harbored doubt and studied Elowen closely. Elowen lowered her eyes. “His Grace is usually very good to me. Perhaps he is simply exhausted from caring for me these past days.”

Isla found nothing unusual in her tone. Her suspicion eased slightly. After a few more words and urging Elowen to recover well, Isla rose to leave.

Yvonne followed. Elowen tried to get up to see them off, but Isla gently pressed her back. “Rest.”

Elowen then instructed Cora to escort them. Once the footsteps faded, she immediately shed her frail expression and leaned forward eagerly

When Mira entered, she asked at once, “They’re gone?”

Mira nodded. “Gone. They should be in their carriage by now.”

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Chapter 212 Shifting Winds

Llowen was about to ask where Cassian was.

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Before she could, Mira leaned closer and whispered, “Bran sent word. His Grace is in the study.”

Elowen’s eyes curved with satisfaction. Still recovering, she did not dress elaborately. She simply draped a robe over her shoulders and went to the study.

Cassian was reading. Seeing her enter with smiling, eyes, he lifted a brow. “I treat you poorly and you’re this happy?”

“You treat me very well. Today was only for show

Her tone was natural. “Besides, it’s enough that know you treat me well. There’s no need to prove it to outsiders. Not everyone wants to see us happy. The kinder you are to me, the more resentment I invite. Some people would love to see us fighting every day, separated within a year,”

Cassian suddenly covered her mouth with his hand. Elowen blinked innocently,

“Do not say that word,” he said firmly.

She tilted her head. He loosened his hand slightly.

Her lips moved. “Separated?”

Cassian laughed despite himself and pinched her cheek. “You’re doing that on purpose.”

She covered her face quickly, “I am not.”

His gaze fell to her lips, dark eyes deepening. A sense of foreboding rose in her chest. She quickly changed the subject. “By the way… what are you reading?”

“The Annals of the Spring Court,” he said calmly

She looked puzzled. “Did you finish The Chronicle of Kingdoms?”

He paused. “No.”

“Why not?”

His voice carried a trace of amusement. “When you’re fully recovered.”

She grew more confused. What does that book have to do with my health?

Before she could ask more, Bran entered with medicine. “Your Grace, your medicine.”

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