Said No to the Prince and Yes to the King novel Chapter 293

Chapter 293 A Night of Whispers

A lingering, unnamable unease sat heavy in her heart, mixed with a fog of confusion.

Was her choice the right one? Was loving Theodore a mistake?

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I despise this feeling of being torn, this constant second–guessing. A quiet voice within even urged her to let go.

Yet, the memory of his gentleness held her back, making any firm resolution impossible.

Suddenly, a shadow fell across the bedside. Before Margaret could react, Theodore’s soft voice reached her in the dark. “Margie? Are you asleep?”

She nearly answered, but, overwhelmed by her sour mood, kept her eyes shut, feigning sleep.

The figure sat gently on the edge of the bed. A hand reached out, fingertips lightly tracing the curve of her cheek.

The room was pitch black; even the bright moonlight outside did little to illuminate the scene.

Why is he here in the middle of the night, sneaking around like this?

He’s Prince Theodore, for heaven’s sake. He has no need for such secrecy.

Perhaps, she reasoned, it was for her reputation, since they weren’t yet married.

“I won’t let you be slighted. Things have been hectic lately. Once matters settle, I’ll take you to see the sights, just as I promised…” he whispered, so quietly it seemed meant for himself alone.

Margaret’s brow furrowed slightly. She fought the urge to peek, afraid he’d catch her pretending.

There was really no need for this charade.

But her mood was foul, worsened by being strong–armed into staying the night.

The very thought made her want to ignore him completely.

His voice continued, a low murmur in the stillness, “I know you’re stubborn. Strong–willed and independent. That you like me… it brings me joy. I like you too. More each day we spend together. Perhaps what I said before–that love wasn’t necessary–wasn’t entirely true. I believe… I do love you.

“You know the weight I carry. Living in these turbulent times, I face my own share of constraints. I never wish for you to feel wronged, yet I fear I’ve already given you cause for doubt. I am willing to fight for you. Will you be steadfast? Will you choose me?”

Gradually, Margaret’s breathing had evened out. It seemed that she was really asleep.

Theodore gently stroked her hair. “Let’s be married in a few days. Once we’re wed, you won’t be able to change your mind…”

A faint tremor passed over her eyelids, but she remained silent.

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Chapter 294 A Night of Whispers

“Stay here at the estate until then, won’t you? Don’t go back. Please?” he asked, a thread of weariness weaving through his words.

There was something in his tone–a hint of strain that felt out of place

Why would he need to say all this?

Yet his words rang with such sincerity, she couldn’t simply dismiss them.

Margaret didn’t know when sleep finally claimed her, only that it was a light, fitful slumber, leaving her groggy and out of sorts upon waking.

After a breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast, and coffee, Megan stayed by her side, helping her dress and skillfully applying a touch of makeup.

Megan observed cheerfully, taking fresh measurements with a tape. “You seem to have lost weight again, Ms. Campbell. The new gowns made for you are getting loose. We’ll have to order another set.

“Everyone calls your sister the beauty of Breston, but the more I look at you, the more I’m convinced you’re the true first beauty. This bit of makeup today only makes you more radiant.”

Margaret offered a faint smile. “There’s no need for such fuss. I’ll be heading back soon.”

Megan’s cheerful expression faltered. “Oh, but His Highness has already sent word to the Prime Minister’s Estate. You don’t have to return. With your engagement official, no one would dare gossip. His Highness even had your personal maid brought over. You should rest here comfortably.”

“The bracelet was found. There’s no reason for me to linger. I have my own affairs to attend to.”

“But His Highness expressly asked that you stay…” Megan insisted, concern edging her voice.

“I know he will be exceedingly busy these next few days. I understand. That’s precisely why I shouldn’t remain here and be a distraction. Let him focus on his duties,” Margaret replied evenly, already moving toward the door.

She wondered when Theodore had left last night. I shouldn’t have fallen asleep like that.

He is probably at General Hickman’s Estate by now.

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Megan hurried after her, flustered. “Ms. Campbell, please. Last time I failed to keep you here. His Highness was quite cross with me. This time, he was very clear–he wishes to see you whenever he returns. If you leave again, I’ll surely be reprimanded…”

Margaret’s smile softened but held firm. “There’s no need for such nerves. It’s not as if I’m leaving for good. I simply have matters of my own to see to.”

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