Love's Unexpected Awakening Elowen's Choice novel Chapter 444

Chapter 444 What It’s Worth

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His words sounded sincere, measured, even gentle.

To Isla, they landed one after another, each one cutting deeper than the last.

Make it right. For her.

For Elowen, he was willing to part with something like that without hesitation.

Then what about Maerwyn?

What about her?

Where did they stand in his heart?

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The questions rose fast and sharp, but she forced them down just as quickly, pressing every trace of it beneath a composed, agreeable expression. When she spoke again, her voice was soft and steady, as though none of it had touched her.

“Your Majesty’s concern for family and future heirs is something I understand. Since you’ve already decided, I will of course support it.”

Theodric seemed relieved, even faintly moved. “You’ve always been thoughtful.”

Thoughtful. That’s what you call it.

Isla lowered her gaze, hiding the flicker in her eyes. “It is only right that I share Your Majesty’s burdens.”

By the time Cassian reached Duskmoor Manor, he hadn’t slowed once.

The moment he stepped inside, something felt wrong.

The air itself seemed tighter, as if the entire estate were holding its breath. Servants moved carefully, voices lowered, and even the usual rhythm of the household felt disrupted in a way that made the unease impossible to ignore.

This isn’t nothing. Something really did happen.

In the courtyard, several servants had been lined up and made to stand under watch. Their faces were drained of color, shoulders tense, some trembling badly enough that it was obvious they were struggling to hold themselves together.

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Rowena and Sylvia remained nearby beneath the covered walkway, neither of them looking at ease. Rowena noticed him first and stepped forward, offering a respectful greeting.

“Your Grace, you’re back.”

Sylvia followed, her tone sharper, more controlled but edged with anger. She gestured toward the group without hesitation. “Cassian, it was them. They were outside the Great Hall spreading word that you’d been held back at the palace and might face punishment. They spoke as if it were certain. People started talking, and it carried inside. Elowen heard it clearly. That’s what frightened her into collapsing. How do you want to handle this?”

Among those standing there, Seren looked like she might collapse at any moment, her head lowered, her entire body shaking. Beatrice, older and more composed, was still crying, but she managed to force words out through it.

“Your Grace, please, I swear I meant no harm. I only overheard something and asked about it out of concern. I never meant to spread anything. Elowen’s condition… it can’t be blamed on

me…”

“Enough.”

Cassian didn’t raise his voice, but the cold finality in it cut through everything else in the courtyard.

“Another word out of you, and you won’t like how that ends.”

The effect was immediate. Beatrice went silent, and no one else dared to move or speak. The space fell into a heavy stillness, broken only by the faint sound of wind brushing against the

stone.

Cassian didn’t look at them again.

“I’m going to see her.”

The tightness in his voice was unmistakable now, and neither Rowena nor Sylvia tried to stop him.

At the entrance to the main chamber, Cora and Mira were waiting. Cora held herself together, though her face had gone pale and her hands were clenched tightly around a handkerchief. Mira, on the other hand, had clearly been crying for some time, her eyes swollen and red. The moment she saw him, her composure broke.

“Your Grace… you’re finally back. Please, go see her.”

Cassian gave a brief nod and stepped inside, leaving Anson at the door.

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The warmth hit him first. The fire had been kept high, filling the room with a steady heat that should have been comforting, but instead only made the silence more noticeable. It was too still, too quiet, as though even the air had settled.

He pushed himself up and walked further in, each step measured but quicker than he intended.

Thoughts began to surface, uninvited and impossible to ignore.

If the baby is gone…

The idea came, but it didn’t land the way he expected.

The child was still something distant, not yet real in his mind.

If she was hurt, if she was shaken, then he would stay with her, make sure she recovered, give her whatever she needed without question.

But if she-

The thought stopped there.

Something darker rose in its place, fast and absolute.

If anything happens to her…

None of this would matter. Not this manor, not his position, not anything he had built.

Anyone involved, anyone who had even brushed against this, anyone who thought they could get away with it. They would answer for it.

Every single one.

By the time he reached the bed, his expression had gone completely still, the kind of stillness that carried something dangerous underneath it. And yet when he reached out to draw back the curtain, the movement itself was careful, almost instinctive, as though he were afraid even the smallest disturbance might matter.

Then he saw her.

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