Love's Unexpected Awakening Elowen's Choice novel Chapter 770

Chapter 770 The Spitting Image

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When the King caught wind of this, he beat him black and blue and instantly ordered royal scouts to scour the country for beauties to fill his harem.

His father wanted Zachary to forget Elowen as quickly as possible.

But to Zachary, that was completely impossible.

There wouldn’t be another woman on earth better than Elowen.

His mind totally elsewhere, he cast a lazy glance over the consorts below.

Perhaps he missed her so much he was hallucinating, but he swore he just saw the face that haunted his dreams.

But that was absolutely impossible.

She was Avenlor’s Lady of Grace and Virtue. Even if she traveled north, she’d be with that bastard Cassian.

How could she possibly be standing here, draped in a Nordian gown and wearing a Nordian headpiece, waiting in a crowd of Nordian girls to become his consort?

Zachary shook his head inwardly, tossing the absurd thought aside as a fresh wave of sorrow washed over him.

D*mn that Cassian. This grudge of stealing my woman is unforgivable!

On the other hand, Valessa was acting far more normal.

Her eyes swept across the girls before locking onto a face that was simply too striking to ignore.

She sat up straight, her voice actually trembling a little. “You there… step forward!”

Elowen lifted her face.

Valessa stared unblinkingly at her. “Yes, you.”

All eyes instantly darted toward Elowen.

Cool as a cucumber, Elowen took two steps forward and stopped.

“Molly Dray, at the service of the Prince and Princess Royal.”

Hearing that voice, Zachary finally snapped his head around. Seeing her face clearly, his eyes

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bugged out in sheer disbelief.

Spitting image!

She looked exactly like her!

The face, the voice–a perfect match.

Thank the gods, is it finally my turn to play the lookalike game?

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While Zachary was lost in his wild, excited fantasies, Valessa raised an eyebrow and tested the waters in Nordian first. “Molly Dray.”

Then she switched smoothly to Avenloran. “Molly.”

Her lips curled into a smirk. It was really her.

Elowen.

The Lady of Grace and Virtue.

Wife of Duke Cassian.

But something was definitely off.

By all rights, Elowen should be traveling with Cassian right now. Why was she here?

Watching Valessa fall silent, a wave of sheer ecstasy rushed through Gemma’s heart.

The Princess Royal must have figured it out!

The Princess Royal had eyes and ears everywhere; there was nothing she didn’t know. She must have heard that this Molly Dray was stirring up trouble and bullying her, and now she was about to teach her a lesson in public!

The more Gemma thought about it, the more convinced she became. Strutting out of the crowd, she dropped to her knees with a dramatic thud and whined, “Your Highness, it was this Molly Dray who was disrespecting and bullying me earlier!”

Caught off guard while pondering Elowen’s sudden appearance, Valessa shot her a bewildered look.

Seeing Gemma groveling on the floor, she frowned. “Who the h*ll are you?”

Gemma froze, her fingers curling into tight fists. “I… I am Gemma Sterling, the only daughter of the Minister of the Royal Household. My father has served you loyally for years! You even praised me for being a smart girl last time!”

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Valessa stayed quiet for a beat, looking thoughtful. “Oh, the Minister’s daughter.”

Thinking the Princess Royal finally recognized her, Gemma instantly straightened her back.

Valessa asked, “Did you just say she disrespected you?”

Gemma eagerly chimed in. “Exactly! She deliberately copied my headpiece. When I kindly pointed it out, she cursed me out for being unreasonable and even hit me!”

Rolling up her right sleeve, she revealed a glaring red mark on her wrist, looking absolutely victimized.

“Look, Your Highness! She did this! She hit me so hard my wrist is still throbbing. I think she almost shattered my bones!”

Valessa’s gaze paused on the bruise before shifting to Gemma’s face. She deadpanned, “That looks exactly like the mark left from grabbing a wrist.”

Gemma blinked and nodded. “Yes.”

Valessa tilted her head. “If she actually wanted to hit you, why wouldn’t she just slap your face? Pinching your wrist barely does any damage.”

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