Love's Unexpected Awakening Elowen's Choice novel Chapter 800

Chapter 800 A Dangerous Greeting

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Since Ronan was poised to inherit the Archduke’s title anyway, Malkor figured his son would never betray him, so he generally let the boy do as he pleased.

Going to Oracle Peak to catch a beauty? At a time like this?

Malkor’s head pounded. Too lazy to care, he waved a hand. “Forget it.”

The attendant smiled. His sharp eyes caught shadows moving on the distant road.

His smile stretched wide. “Your Grace. They’re here.”

Malkor looked up. The convoy was closing in.

The Avenloran royal envoy had arrived.

Malkor released his grip on the concubine. “Get out.”

They didn’t dare breathe a word. Hurrying away, they only fixed their messy collars once out of sight.

Moments later, the massive convoy halted at the gates.

Malkor stepped forward.

The carriage settled. A guard stepped up, lifted the heavy blind, and moved aside.

A pale, slender hand slipped past the curtain. It rested on the guard’s arm.

She wore the majestic robes of a first–rank Avenloran Duchess. Her hair was swept into a towering updo. A faint dusting of powder, brows sweeping like distant mountains, lips painted crimson red. A beauty beyond words.

Malkor stared. His eyes glazed over with pure lust.

He loved women. He had seen countless beauties.

Nordian women had high bridges and deep–set eyes. Sharp, fiery, aggressive.

He had seen Avenloran women too. Mostly gentle and subdued.

But this woman was entirely different.

Not quite Nordian, not quite Avenloran. A perfect, breathtaking clash of both worlds.

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Malkor stared unblinking. His attendant’s words echoed in his mind. Ronan went to Oracle Peak to catch a beauty.

Was he hunting her?

But here she stood. Did Ronan fail?

Malkor spoke in Avenloran. Rough, thick with a grating Nordian accent.

“You must be the Duchess of Duskmoor.”

His leering gaze was offensive. Elowen didn’t let it show. She offered a slight nod, a smile playing on her lips. “And Avenlor’s first–rank Lady of Grace and Virtue, bestowed by the King himself.”

Malkor laughed. “Lady of Grace and Virtue. Right.”

He peered past her at the opulent carriage. “Where is the Duke? Not traveling with you?”

Elowen spoke with effortless grace. “When your Prince and Princess visited Avenlor, the Duke of Duskmoor greeted them at the gates. In Avenlor, the King holds supreme power. Second only to him is the Duke–the King’s blood brother, the God of War. His Majesty sent the Duke out of pure respect for Nordia.”

She paused, sweeping a look around the area. “Yet here we are in your country, greeted by an Archduke. It’s not that I think you lack nobility. But you aren’t the King’s brother. You hold zero remarkable military achievements. If you’re here to greet me–a mere Duchess who writes novels–that’s fine. But to welcome the Duke of Duskmoor? You fall entirely short.”

Elowen locked eyes with Malkor. Her smirk deepened.

Her words were a blatant slap to the face. An incredibly dangerous move. But right now, taking this risk was her only play.

The attendants who understood Avenloran exchanged panicked, awkward glances.

Malkor remained silent for a long moment. His gaze turned dark and complex.

He had heard the rumors. This Avenloran Duchess was the descendant of Oracle Ulana. He just never expected her to have such a venomous tongue!

Despite the suffocating tension, Elowen stood the picture of elegant composure.

Factually, she wasn’t wrong.

Cassian stood at the absolute zenith of power in Avenlor. Every ounce of his glory was carved

out in blood and steel.

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Malkor was just born to the right mother.

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