Love's Unexpected Awakening Elowen's Choice novel Chapter 441

Chapter 441 When the Floor Gives Way

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A soft blush spread across Sylvia’s cheeks, and her voice turned gentler, almost shy. “It’s really thanks to you and Duchess Yvonne. You’ve been patient with me and taught me everything I needed.”

Elowen looked at her with quiet warmth. “If your father could see you now, he’d be proud of the woman you’ve become, and he’d be happy knowing you’re doing well.”

Sylvia felt her throat tighten slightly, her eyes warming as she tried to find the right words to respond, but before she could speak, Elowen slowly rose to her feet.

“I’m feeling a little worn out,” Elowen said, her voice soft but steady, though there was a faint strain beneath it. “And a bit dizzy. I think I should go lie down for a while. You don’t need to worry about me, just head back.”

Rowena and Sylvia immediately stood as well, their attention fixed on her.

Elowen moved toward the entrance of the Great Hall at an unhurried pace, one hand lightly brushing the side of a nearby table as if steadying herself without making it obvious.

The afternoon sun streamed in through the wide-open doors, laying long bands of golden light across the stone floor, bright enough that the edges of shadow looked almost sharp by comparison.

She stopped right where the light met the dimmer interior, her figure momentarily outlined, slender and slightly fragile against the brightness.

Then, without any warning at all, her balance gave out.

Her body tilted sharply, and in the next instant, she collapsed.

“Your Grace!”

“Elowen!”

The cries broke out at once.

Mira and Cora rushed forward in a panic, barely catching her before she hit the ground, each grabbing an arm to hold her up.

Elowen’s eyes were shut, her body completely slack, her weight sinking into their arms as if all strength had left her at once.

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“Get her back to her room, quickly!” Rowena’s voice trembled, the panic impossible to hide.

“Send for Doctor Dray, right now!” Sylvia reacted faster, already turning to the nearest servant.

“Careful, don’t rush her!”

“Make space, move aside!”

Voices overlapped, footsteps hurried, and within moments the Great Hall had dissolved into confusion.

The news of Elowen collapsing after being startled reached Isla first.

A servant standing at her side spoke with quiet satisfaction, unable to hide the approval in her tone. “Alyssa handled it carefully. When I passed the message along, she didn’t go straight to Elowen. Instead, she let it slip among the attendants working in the manor, just enough for people to start talking.”

She lowered her voice slightly.

“It spread naturally, and Elowen happened to overhear it herself. No one can trace it back, but the result came immediately. She fainted on the spot. Given her condition, there’s no way the child wasn’t affected.”

A faint smile touched Isla’s lips, measured and controlled. “If she didn’t have that kind of sense, I wouldn’t have chosen her and sent her to Duskmoor Manor.”

The woman nodded quickly. “Your Majesty always knows exactly who to trust and how to use them.”

Isla gave a quiet hum, accepting the compliment without much interest.

“This must not reach Maerwyn,” she said calmly, though there was a subtle firmness beneath the softness. “Her thoughts have been unsettled lately, and she’s already said I shouldn’t make things difficult for Elowen. If she finds out, she’ll only create trouble.”

Her gaze sharpened just slightly.

“Keep it from her. I don’t want anything unnecessary complicating this.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

At the same time, inside the royal study.

A chessboard sat between two men, black and white pieces locked in a tense exchange that had

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Theodric held the white pieces. Cassian played black.

The first match had ended with Theodric narrowly winning, which had put him in a good mood, and now, early into the second round, his movements were unhurried and confident.

Quin stepped in quietly and stopped beside the desk, his posture respectful, though something in his expression suggested hesitation.

Theodric had just picked up a white piece, considering his next move. Without looking up, he asked, “What is it?”

Quin glanced toward Cassian, who was still studying the board, then lowered his voice. “Your Majesty, Your Grace, someone has come from Duskmoor Manor. They say it’s urgent and are asking to see His Grace.”

Theodric let out a light chuckle as he set his piece down. “Seems like your wife is already worrying about you and sent someone to check on you, probably to drag you back.”

Cassian’s lips curved faintly. “She does tend to keep me on her mind. She can’t help it.”

He didn’t notice the tension in Quin’s expression.

Theodric gestured casually. “Let them in.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Anson hurried in, stopping short as he bowed deeply. “Your Majesty. Your Grace.”

Cassian was just about to speak, ready to make a light remark about Elowen being impatient.

Anson spoke first, his words coming fast.

“Your Grace, Her Grace suddenly collapsed and lost consciousness. Doctor Dray says she was badly frightened, which disturbed her condition, and it has affected the pregnancy. It’s serious. Please return immediately.”

Cassian went still.

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