The Mad Princess and the Dying Prince novel Chapter 116

Lucia's patience snapped. She shot a cold glare toward Aurelia. "Aurelia, if we are not going in, I am leaving."

"Ah, coming." Aurelia had been distracted, keeping a watchful eye on the estate's grand iron gates. Seeing her sister blocked by two maidservants, she laughed inwardly. But the moment Lucia threatened to leave, she rushed over. How could she let her prize escape?

"Helena, this is my sister, Lucia."

She linked her arm through Helena Marsh's and turned back. "Lucia, quickly, greet Lady Helena."

Helena cast a frigid, evaluating gaze over Lucia.

"I would not dare have the future Princess Consort address me so informally."

Prince Jareth had returned to the Royal Capital. The king had arranged his marriage, and the bride was none other than the wild village girl reclaimed by House Beaumont.

The news had already swept through every cobblestone street of the capital.

Everyone was in a state of absolute disbelief. They were burning with curiosity about what this second Beaumont daughter looked like, and what dark sorcery or sheer blind luck she had used to catch Prince Jareth's eye.

Helena was naturally just as curious.

And now she was looking right at her. Just as she suspected, the girl had the face of a bewitching enchantress. Helena loathed her on sight.

Lucia, of course, sensed the venom rolling off the noblewoman.

She offered a faint, unbothered reply.

"Indeed, you are entirely unworthy."

With that, she brushed aside the hands of the startled maidservants and strode past the gates without waiting.

The maids, realizing Helena and Aurelia were present, hadn't dared to stop her further, but they had never expected such sheer audacity from the supposed village girl.

Helena shook with a blinding rage at the insult.

She gripped Aurelia's hand so tightly her knuckles turned white. "What did she just say to me?!"

Unworthy?

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