Love's Unexpected Awakening Elowen's Choice novel Chapter 231

Chapter 231 Storm Wedding

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At Duskmoor Manor, the storm showed no sign of letting up. Rain hammered against the windows, the courtyard outside a mess of mud and chaos.

Daphne felt the irritation clawing its way up her chest, sharp and suffocating.

A wedding day, and it had to pour like this.

Everything was inconvenient, sure, but worse than that, it felt like a terrible omen.

Daphne’s brows pulled tight. She pointed straight at Seline. “Mom, didn’t you say you had the court astrologer look at the date? You swore today was supposed to be perfect. Look at this storm. My gown is soaked. How am I supposed to walk in like this?”

Seline faltered, clearly flustered. “He was absolutely certain. He said it was the most favorable day in years. I even paid him handsomely for it. How was I supposed to know it would turn out like this…”

Daphne let out a sharp, incredulous laugh, her voice rising. “You paid him that much just to pick a date? Do you have any idea how many charlatans make a living off people like you? Some court astrologer. Could you even tell if he knew what he was doing?”

Seline’s face hardened immediately. “And whose idea was this wedding date to begin with? You were the one who insisted on it. I only tried to double check so you could feel at ease. And now you’re turning around and blaming me. Honestly, have you no sense of gratitude?”

Daphne trembled with anger. She swept the jewelry box off the vanity in one motion.

It hit the ground with a sharp crash, hairpins and ornaments scattering everywhere.

She collapsed over the table, covering her face as she broke into sobs.

Seline frowned even deeper. “Now you’re crying too…”

“What’s going on here?”

Galen strode in through the rain, his expression severe.

Seline spoke first. “You came just in time. Ask your daughter. She picked this date herself, and now that it’s raining, she’s blaming everything on me.”

“Enough,” Galen cut her off sharply. “That’s enough.”

Seline let out a quiet scoff and turned her face away.

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Daphne’s crying only grew louder.

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Galen looked at her, his brow tightening. His tone turned stern. “Today is your wedding day. What kind of state are you in, crying like this? Get yourself together. The Crown Prince’s procession will be here any moment.”

Daphne lifted her tear-streaked face. Her voice trembled. “But Father, look at the rain. People are going to talk. They’ll say I’m cursed…”

“Let them talk,” Galen snapped. “The marriage is already set. The palace won’t go back on it. And besides, you’re Azure. You’ve made quite a name for yourself in Vanelle. Plenty of people admire you. It’s just a bit of rain. What are you afraid of?”

Those words cased something in Daphne’s chest. She raised her hand and wiped away her

tears.

That was right.

She was Azure.

Her new work had taken Vanelle by storm. No one would call her unlucky.

And even if someone did, her supporters would shut them down.

At the Crown Prince’s Wing, Alaric sat in the main hall, still dressed in dark everyday clothes.

Rain poured endlessly beyond the windows. A cold edge lingered in his eyes. He had always hated rainy days.

In his last life, it had rained like this on his wedding day too.

The difference was, back then, the bride had been Elowen.

He had been soaked through, water seeping into his boots, irritation boiling over inside him. But the moment he stepped into the bridal chamber and saw her under the glow of candlelight, everything shifted.

Her face had been soft and luminous, her gaze shy, her expression gentle.

In that instant, even the storm outside had felt brighter. He had thought maybe rain wasn’t so unbearable after all.

But Daphne… What was she compared to Elower? How could she even begin to compare?

“Your Highness…”

The attendants filled the hall, heads bowed as they stood in rigid silence. Tristan stood at the

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front, clutching the crimson wedding robes, his bands trembling. “Your Highness, the hour is nearly upon us. Please change into your formal attire. If we delay, we will not escape punishment…

Alaric let out a cold laugh. “A storm like this on wedding day. Doesn’t that say enough? She’s clearly ill fated. Why not report it to His Majesty and call off the marriage?”

“What nonsense are you saying?” A sharp voice came from outside.

Isla entered, supported by her attendant, her gaze filled with anger.

Alaric rose at once and lowered his eyes. “Mother.”

Isla glanced at the untouched wedding robes. “Why aren’t you dressed yet?”

Alaric kept his gaze lowered. “This storm came without warning. It may not be a coincidence. Perhaps it would be wiser to reconsider the marriage while there is still time.”

“Enough.”

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Her voice turned cutting. “I chose this match. I selected the date myself. Are you suggesting that the warning is against me? That I am unfit to be your mother?”

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Alaric froze, then quickly shook his head. “That’s not what I meant.”

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