Love's Unexpected Awakening Elowen's Choice novel Chapter 806

Chapter 806 The God Of War

A chill flashed in Elowen’s eyes.

Malkor kept going. “A real shame. I was itching to size up the Avenloran Duke.

“Word is he was a terror on the battlefield. But here in Nordia, he hides in a carriage. Does Avenlor’s Gud of War know what fear tastes like?”

Elowen kept her mouth shut.

Right then, a soft laugh drifted from the carriage.

The smirk on Malkor’s face turned to stone.

A long hand pushed the blind aside, revealing Cassian right next to Elowen.

The pitch-black royal robes made his sharp features pop. Zero signs of sickness on his face. The rogue tin on his lips and cheeks just added to his cool, untouchable swagger.

Leaning on the carriage frame, he looked lazy, but his glare cut into Malkor like a knife. Pure, crushing dominance.

“Were you itching to see me?”

Malkor’s pupils shrank a fraction.

Cassian’s lips curled. “Or did you want a bedtime story on how I beat your brothers and uncles into the dirt?”

Dead silence dropped over the gates.

A brutal slap to the face. Way sharper than Elowen’s trash talk at the city gates.

Color drained from the faces of the Nordian nobles.

Back during the border bloodbaths, House Harrow held the throne. Two of Malkor’s brothers and an uncle got butchered in that war.

The mastermind behind that slaughter? Cassian.

Cassian stomped right on Malkor’s rawest nerve.

Malkor’s face twitched in fury. He glared at Cassian, ready to draw blood on the spot.

But they were at the palace gates. Envoys watching, the King waiting. His hands were tied.

Swallowing the bile, Malkor forced a ghastly smile. “You’ve got some nerve, Your Grace.”

Cassian didn’t miss a beat. “Not bad. But I can’t top an Archduke whose son goes missing, yet he still has the time to play doorman.”

Malkor’s face turned to thunder.

14. Thu, Anh Đ

Chapter 906 The God of War

That line wiped the color off his attendants faces.

Swing by his side, Elowen’s eyelashes fluttered.

Malkor hissed, “I don’t catch your drift.

Cassian shrugged. “Don’t sweat it. You are getting up there in years. Failing to understand plain words is expected.”

Choking on his rage, Malkor changed gears, his voice freezing. “Since you are here, step inside. His Majes and the nobles are waiting. Your Graces. After you.

He stepped aside.

Without a second glance, Cassian and Elowen walked shoulder-to-shoulder through the gates.

Upbeat banquet tunes drifted from the distance, failing to drown out the murderous tension in the shadows.

Trailing behind, Malkor shot daggers at their backs.

The attendant crept up, whispering, “Your Grace, he doesn’t look as messed up as the rumors say…”

Malkor scoffed. “He’s bluffing

The attendant blinked.

Malkor watched Cassian’s footwork. “If he was fine, he wouldn’t have waited till the last second to show and

he wouldn’t use the Duchess as a shield. He is running on fumes.”

A vicious spark flared back in his eyes.

“If he wants to play tough, tonight we’ll see exactly when he snaps!”

The massive hall doors stood wide open, blazing like noon.

Nordian palaces were a whole different beast from Avenlor’s.

Avenlor was all about symmetry and swagger, hiding layers of red tape in painted beams and gold tiles.

Nordia went for raw grit. Black stone pillars wrapped in gold wolf bands, walls decked out with curved blades, bows, and animal skins.

Torches burned hot, casting sharp light on every face in the room.

When Cassian and Elowen walked in, the rowdy hall went dead silent.

Nordian royals and big shots turned their heads.

Probing stares, jaw-dropping shock, and naked hostility.

Cassian in pitch-black robes, looking icy and lethal.

Elowen by his side, gold and pearls dripping from her dress, radiating pristine elegance.

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Their entrance alone crushed the vibe of every noble in the room

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