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Chapter 92 Your Beloved Is the Duches?

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Chapter 92 Your Beloved Is the Duchess?

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Cassian’s answer was calm, deliberate, and devoid of any hesitation. A simple, devastating admission.

A roaring filled Elowen’s ears, as if something had violently exploded inside her skull.

Cassian… loves me?

Elara let out a broken, disbelieving laugh. “Cassian, to reject me, you would go so far as to invent such a tale… If the Duchess truly held your heart, why did you not seek her hand at Hale Manor? Everyone knows the marriage was the King’s decree, that she was meant for the Crown Prince…”

“I did not seek her hand formally only because I didn’t have time.”

Cassian’s interruption was final, his demeanor now distant. “Elara, this ends now. For your father’s sake, my protection for you and your mother remains. But I will not see you alone again. You are not to come to Duskmoor Manor I will give the order; you will not be admitted.”

All strength left Elara’s body. She slumped to the floor, a puppet with its strings cut, utterly

broken.

Cassian turned to Rowena. “Mrs. Wren, you may still call upon the manor if you have need. But do not bring Elara again.”

Rowena, her own face streaked with tears, nodded meekly. “I understand. Thank you, Your Grace.”

She understood perfectly. After Elara’s appalling behavior today, the fact that Cassian still offered his protection was an act of profound generosity.

She took a deep breath, bent down, and pulled her weeping daughter up from the floor. Her voice was low, firm, and heavy with finality. “We are leaving.”

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