Love's Unexpected Awakening Elowen's Choice novel Chapter 413

Chapter 413 Playing the Long Game

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After all, Elowen had never openly claimed the name Azure. There was nothing concrete, only rumors and beliefs.

And belief could be guided.

Once enough people accepted a version of events, it became reality.

Clarisse nodded. “If I remember correctly, Azure’s earlier works were first released at Willow Breeze Bookshop in the western district.”

“They were,” Isla replied calmly. “And that shop knows better than to refuse us.”

Clarisse’s expression shifted slightly. “There’s also Princess Maerwyn. She’s always admired Azure, and people know it. If she speaks, no one will question her.”

Isla gave a small nod. “Did you bring the book?”

Clarisse quickly presented it. An attendant stepped forward, received it with both hands, and placed it before Isla.

Isla glanced at the cover. Ode to Springlight.

Her lips curved with faint disdain.

Predictable. Likely another shallow love story dressed up to look refined.

She didn’t bother opening it. The attendant quietly set it aside.

Later that night, under a pale wash of moonlight, Isla made her way to Maerwyn’s chambers.

Maerwyn had just finished bathing and was dressed in a simple nightgown, her complexion noticeably paler than before. The long confinement had worn her down, leaving her looking tired and subdued.

Still, she pushed herself upright when Isla entered. “Mother, what brings you here at this hour?”

Isla sat beside her, dismissing the attendants with a gentle motion. She took Maerwyn’s cool hand, her tone soft and reassuring.

“Your father mentioned something earlier. During the midwinter banquet, when the court gathers, your confinement will be lifted.”

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Chapter 413 Playing the Long Game

Maerwyn’s eyes lit up immediately. “Really?”

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“Of course,” Isla said with a warm smile. She gave her hand a gentle pat before continuing, “But there’s something I need you to do.”

Maerwyn tilted her head slightly. “What is it?”

Isla met her gaze, her voice steady and deliberate.

“At the banquet, I want you to stand before everyone and say that the Duchess of Duskmoor is

not Azure.”

Maerwyn let out a quiet scoff. “Her? Of course she isn’t. Someone like her could never write Tales of Luminara.”

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