Chapter 17
Caroline was Eliza’s mother.
Eliza was taken aback by Magnus’s unexpected familiarity in mentioning her mother.
She’ll thought his decision was based on respect for his late father, but it seemed it was due to her mother’s influence. Still any opportunity was better than nonr
“Please, Your Majesty, show me the way, Eliza said, bowing her head.
Magnus stood, walked over to her, and handed her the imperial decree. “Lately, the southern parts of the land have suffered constant natural disasters, and the people are struggling.
“It weighs on my heart. We need someone who will genuinely pray for the country and its people
“Tim willing!” Eliza replied without hesitation.
But he merely smiled and shook his head. “Willingness alone won’t cut it. The abbess at Saint Grace Nunnery on Mount Westin is a woman of great virtue and kindness. If she agrees, I grant your request
Understood. Thank you, Your Majesty Eliza said, grateful
“Don’t thank me just yet. If the abbess doesn’t give her blessing, I won’t make an exception,” he added with a wry smile.
Magnus waved his hand, “Go on now. I’ll be waiting for good news”
At this point, Eliza had no other option.
No matter what lay ahead, as long as it meant escaping the Stonor family, even if it meant facing fire and brimstone, she was ready for it.
Just as she turned to leave, the young emperor called after her. “Wait”
Eliza paused, turning back in confusion
Seeing the expression on her face, Magnus’s eyes flickered with a complex emotion.
But he said nothing and simply added. The journey to Mount Westin is long. If you’re heading there directly, have James Gray arrange a carriage
for you
At hearing this. Eliza’s expression softened slightly. Thank you, Your Majesty, Il trouble Lord Gray”
“No trouble at all, Luly Eliza. This way, please,” James said, gesturing her out
After Eliza left, a young guard behind the king couldn’t help but mutter, “Does Lady Eliza not feel the pain?”
The fresh bloodstains on her clothes and the patchy scars on her back were clearly from recent whipping
As the legitimate daughter of the Duke of Mowbay, no one would believe she had fallers so low unless they’d seen it with their own eyes.
No wonder she wants to become a nun, and doesn’t want her family to know. How tragic the guard thought to himself.
Magnus simply replied, “You can see a person’s face, but never their heart.”
Just as he spoke, a low, slightly raspy voice interrupted. “And whose heart is it that you’re failing to understand this time, Your Majesty!”
The voice caught Magnus’s’attention, and he immediately looked up to see the tall figure standing in the doorway of the palace.
The mer was
as striking—a tall, lean man with silver hair flowing loosely over his shoulders. It was none other than Prince Regent Nolan
Magnus had just sat down, but upon seeing Nolan, he immediately stood to greet him, a broad smile on his face. “Uncle Nolan, what brings you here so early today!*
“I nearly time for the royal audience, so it’s not that early” Nolan Bennett said, handing over a scroll. “The surrender letter from the defeated Dommeland amved–seems their envoy made a mistake and sent it straight to my place.”
Six months ago, the Dormeland had invaded. Nolan had led the army to defeat them in a series of battles, forcing the kingdom to surrender in less than four months
Afterward, Nolan had ordered the Darmeland to send the surrender letter promptly. But for some reason, either out of fear or foolishness, they
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sent it to his residence instead.
Magnus immediately had someone seat Nolan before taking the fener. He didn’t even bother to read it, only snorting in disdain “A bunch of fonds
“They’ve already lost, and they’re still trying to pull tricks in front of me and you. I’ll make sure to give them a good lesson in court later?
Nolan merely replied, “Don’t kill them. They’re envoys, after all”
“Don’t worry, Uncle. I know what I’m doing. Magnus started, but then his gaze e froze. “Wait, Uncle Nolan, why is there blood on your sleevel Where were you hurt?”
Nolan glanced down at his left sleeve, where a few spots of blood were stainin
staining the fabric,
He stared at the stains for a moment, then his thoughts seemed to shift, and he said calely. “It’s not my blood. It belongs to someone else”
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