The Lady Nun Vows Revenge novel Chapter 213

Chapter 213

The King’s expression lit up with satisfaction.

“Very good,” he said, nodding slowly.

But then, as if suddenly recalling something, his tone shifted. “However, your father tells me you were raised in the countryside, lacking proper decorum.

“That could be… problematic, if you’re to become one of my consorts.

His voice trailed with casual concern as he rested his chin on one hand, brows drawn slightly together, as though genuinely troubled by the thought

As she spoke, her heart simmered with resentment. ‘Father really is something else. The King clearly said he was taken with me at first sight–why would he bring up all those negative things now? What if His Majesty changes his mind? I love everything”

proper conduct

But her fears were short–lived. The King, clearly pleased by her eagerness, gave another approving nod. “You’re quite the sensible girl,” he said. “Very well–starting today, you’ll move into the Empress Dowager’s palace and learn under her supervision.”

Gabriel, watching from the side, could only sigh inwardly.

When he returned to his seat, Benedict immediately leaned over. “Father, what now?” he asked in a low voice. The way the King looked at Sophie… that wasn’t how one looks at a consort.”

Of course Gabriel knew. If even Benedict could see it, how could he not? This had nothing to do with choosing a consort. In fact, he was certain that no daughter of the Stonor family would ever enter the royal harem.

The King had long viewed the Stonor family with suspicion, Why would he ever allow them such a powerful foothold within the palace!

There might have been a chance once–back when Nolan was absent, and the Stonor family had the most sway. That was their window to influence the harem.

But back then, the King was still young, and the Empress Dowager, who ruled in his stead, remained sharply on guard against them. She rejected every single petition to select imperial consorts, citing the King’s youth as reason enough.

And now, just when the King had finally come of age, Nolan returned in triumph.

With Nolan backing the royalist faction, the Empress Dowager fully relinquished control of state affairs, handing all decision–making back to the King. Yet the harem remained under her watchful eye, and until an Empress was named, that wasn’t changing anytime soon.

Gabriel exhaled slowly. This child is growing more arrogant by the day–even ignoring my advice. Let her suffer a little, then. Let her go into that palace, learns her lesson, and once she’s had her fill of humility, I’ll find a way to bring her back out

Gabriel exhaled slowly. “This child is growing more arrogant by the day–even ignoring my advice. Let her suffer a little. then. Let her go into that palace, learn her lesson, and once she’s had her fill of humility, I’ll find a way to bring her back out Across the room, Nolan glanced at Gabriel from afar. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he set down his wine cup. Once the banquet ended, he planned to pay Serenity a visit and deliver this… delightful piece of news

The thought cheered him greatly. But that cheer didn’t last long

The moment the banquet ended and he approached his carriage, Nolan’s brows drew together. “Ross”

“Yes, here!” Ross jogged over, looking puzzled. “What’s wrong? Why aren’t you getting in

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Nolan shot him a glare sharp enough to slice marble. “Getting in? Ross, have you grown too comfortable lately? Do you need me to remind you who this carriage belongs to

Rows pales instantly. If Nolan ever really reminded him, he’d be lucky to escape with his skin intact.

But Ross, ever the practical one, quickly caught on. Something–or someone–had snuck into Nolan’s carriage while he’d been tending to the horses

“Bastards really will crawl into anything these days…” he muttered, unsheathing his sword and marching toward the carriage.

In one swift motion, he threw back the curtain–only to freeze.

There, lounging provocatively at the carriage’s entrance, was a pair of long, pale legs, draped with just enough fabric to tempt but not conceal

“What the–who are you?! Get out! This is the Prince Regent’s carriagel