Love's Unexpected Awakening Elowen's Choice novel Chapter 805

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14:46 Thu, Aug 6

Awakening Love Reborn to Be His Duchess

Chapter 805 The First Move

Elowen let out a laugh. “You’re just a kid. You were a bit clueless back then, but you never did any real damage. You’ve cleaned up your act since, so we are good.”

Elara stared at her in a daze.

Elowen added, “Besides, you didn’t steal the Duke. He is still my husband.”

Elara froze, then broke into a tearful smile.

Feeling awkward after her laugh, she wiped her eyes with her sleeve and muttered. “You’re too good to me, Your Grace.”

She stole a glance toward the inner room, dropping her voice. “My folks said the Duke is out cold. You’re heading to the palace soon. Will everything hold up?”

Elowen flashed a bright smile. “With me around, we are going to be fine.”

She said this without any wild drama.

Yet that deadpan delivery was a massive comfort.

Elara gave a firm nod.

She’s right. As long as the Duchess is here, it’ll all be a piece of cake.

Remembering something, Elara’s eyes lit up. “Oh, Your Grace, since we are in Kingsport now, does that mean I get to see…”

Her cheeks turned a shade of pink.

Bawling her eyes out just seconds ago, she now looked like a blushing schoolgirl. She paused before whispering, “…Princess Flowira?”

Elowen paused for a heartbeat.

Flowira was missing in action, but there was zero reason to dump that on Elara right now.

She just patted the girl’s head. “Once we clear this hurdle, I’ll take you to see her.”

Elara’s eyes beamed. “For real?”

Elowen

eve I ever lied to you?”

Elara’s chest.

noticed Mira packing gear for the palace and took the hint to leave.

opped a deep curtsy. “Your Grace, I owe you my life. I’ll take that to my grave.”

and slipped out the door.

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14:46 Thu, Aug 6

Chapter 805 The First Move

The door clicked shut, and silence washed over the room.

Mira murmured, “Miss Elara has grown up a lot.”

Elowen glanced at the inner room. “Everyone grows up.”

The hour for the welcoming banquet hit fast.

A palace page showed up, announcing the King’s feast was set and awaiting the Duke and Duchess of Duskmoor.

Mira and Cora helped Elowen into her gear.

Layers of formal Duchess robes, a jade belt hugging her waist, and gold pearl pins in her hair.

Already a knockout, this regal getup added a fierce, untouchable vibe to her features.

Anson and Bran stood flanking the door in their guard armor, faces set in stone.

The crew moved out in a flash, taking the carriage straight to the royal palace.

Nordian cavalry cleared the path up front, with Avenloran elite troops bringing up the rear.

Crowds of Kingsport locals watched from the sidelines.

Hearing the big shots from Avenlor were in town, everyone wanted a peek at the God of War and the rumored drop-dead gorgeous Duchess.

But the carriage blinds stayed down, blocking out all prying eyes.

The closer they got to the gates, the tighter the security got.

Towering palace walls built from black stone looked freezing and grim in the twilight.

The carriage rolled to a stop outside the gates.

Elowen caught a familiar voice outside, dripping with dark malice.

“Lady Elowen.”

Archduke Malkor.

Elowen raised a hand, lifting a corner of the blind to peek out.

Malkor had switched into a flashier robe, a gold-rimmed curved blade at his hip. He stood by the gates with a crew of attendants and Nordian nobles in tow.

He was parked there on purpose.

Seeing just Elowen pop up, Malkor’s sneer dug deeper. “Just the Duchess? Did the trip wear the Duke out so much he is skipping his own feast?”

The Nordian attendants all ducked their heads.

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