Love's Unexpected Awakening Elowen's Choice novel Chapter 843

collapsing heavily into a pool of blood, breathless.

Still shaken, Valessa wrapped Flowira in an embrace, “Thank goodness you’re safe! How did you react s quickly?”

Flowira offered no reply, looking past the crowd to meet Elowen’s gaze across the blood-stained stone flickering flames, as Elowen’s lips curved into a gentle smile-she had succeeded, and Flowina was alive

A second later, the golden seal’s glow vanished, and Elowen’s body swayed.

“Ella!” Cassian caught her securely in his arms.

Elowen kept her eyes shut, her face translucent pale, as the golden seal slipped from her palm, a hairline fracture appearing on its surface.

Cassian held her tight, “Ella?” Receiving no answer, he touched her cheek, his fingertips trembling for the first time, “Ella?” Still no response.

Noah rushed over, checking Elowen’s pulse before his face darkened progressively.

Cassian asked anxiously, “Noah, what’s wrong with Ella?”

Noah knit his brows, “In my decades of practice, I’ve never encountered such a pulse-her heartbeat is steady and breathing calm without fatal injuries, yet her soul essence is faint…”

The Khan stepped forward to retrieve the golden seal, “Mortal medicine cannot explain divine interventio noting the fracture on the seal, Oracle likely invoked its power and pays a steep price, a precedent known Nordia’s past.”

Cassian’s arms tightened around Elowen, watching her lie quiet and peaceful with even breathing. appearing merely exhausted and asleep.

Wiping the soot from her face with his sleeve, he spoke in a low voice after a long silence, “It matters not… Ella waited for me, so I shall wait for her-be it six months, a year, three years, five years, or a lifetime.”

With Malkor’s death, the rebellion on Oracle Peak ended as Harrow troops surrendered and both House Harrow and the brothel were seized, sending advisors, generals, and elders to prison.

Brothel ledgers, guest rosters, and trafficking records were uncovered, implicating dozens of Nordian

nobles.

Ursula attempted to flee through secret tunnels, only to be captured by Flowira herself; surviving women were rescued while bodies buried in mass graves were reinterred by court, returning identified victims to their hometowns and erecting nameless monuments for the rest.

Ronan was denied burial in House Harrow’s ancestral grounds, as Flowira had him buried outside the old royal gate without the title of Heir, carving only his original name-Ronan.

On the day of his burial, Flowira visited alone, placing a sack of warm chestnuts before the grave.

vacuated safely

before the rebellion and brought to Valessa’s manor afterward.

When Thomas arrived, Samantha sat near the window with white silk covering her eyes; hearing footsteps she clutched her oak cane until Thomas knelt before her, raspy voice calling, “Samantha.”

Samantha froze, “May I ask why the Heir visits?”

Heart aching, Thomas spoke softly, “It’s me, Samantha… I am Thomas.”

Samantha’s shoulders quivered as if suppressing emotion, as Thomas gently took her wrist, pressing/her palm against his face to trace his brow, nose, and lips, “See? It’s me.”

Pulling her hand back, Samantha stammered, “I’m not… I’m not Samantha… I…”

“You did nothing wrong,” Thomas caressed her wrist, “I simply arrived too late.”

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