Chapter 221 Chapter 221 Sarah rushed over the moment she finished handling matters in the main hall, a small paper–wrapped bundle clutched in her hand “Eliza! Guess what I brought you today?” she said excitedly, waving the bundle like it held treasure. Eliza was in the middle of tending her herbs patch, replanting a rare medicinal herbs into the spot left empty after she’d moved the dendrobium to another section. The soil there still held some residual spiritual energy, and she didn’t want it going to waste. So today, she was attempting something bold–planting an especially finicky variety. And just beneath those broad medicinal leaves, she’d secretly tucked in two sprigs of Bloodshade Blossom, an herb so rare no one outside certain circles even recognized it by appearance. Startled by Sarah’s sudden voice behind her, Eliza’s fingers slipped, nearly burying the delicate blossom entirely. But she quickly relaxed. No one knows what this thing looks like anyway, she thought, and resumed planting with deliberate calm. “What is it this time?” she asked over her shoulder. “Something Mary asked you to bring?” “No, no, not her.” Sarah said, flopping into a seat at the stone table and plopping the bundle down. “It’s from him. The one down at the foot of the mountain.” Eliza didn’t need her to say more she knew exactly who Sarah meant. Her brow knit slightly. “Why is he always sending things Next time, just don’t accept them.” “I can’t!” Sarah replied, chin resting on one hand. “If I don’t take them, he’ll just stand out there all day waiting. Poor guy’s been working in the village now, helping the locals to earn money?” “He’s… working?” Eliza blinked, genuinely surprised. Dylan–Stonor family’s pampered young master–doing manual labor? Eliza opened her mouth to decline, ready to say she wouldn’t like it anyway. But when she walked over to the table and unwrapped the bundle, her words caught in her throat. It wasn’t pistachio cake. It wasn’t lemon cake. It was a plain, humble Basque cheesecake. “He bought this?” Eliza asked, her voice oddly quiet, as her gaze landed on the creamy, slightly caramelized surface of the cake. A strange sourness welled up in Eliza’s chest, impossible to describe. He still remembered. Back when Sophie hadn’t yet entered the Stonor family, Dylan would return from the academy and always bring her desserts–usually from Dinsica House. More often than not, it was Basque cheesecake. Never lemon. Never pistachio. He had remembered what she liked. And what she didn’t. But once Sophie came….everything changed. The lemon and pistachio cakes increased. The Basque cheesecakes vanished. She used to get mad. Used to snap at Dylan, “Have you forgotten what I like?” 1/2 10:43 Sat, 19 Apr Chapter 921 至96%囊 n And Dylan had looked her in the eye and said, “‘s not for you. If you don’t like it, don’t eat it. Thought it because Sophie likes it. If you eat it all, what is she supposed to have The memory made her lips twitch in a bitter smirk. She picked up a slice of the cheesecake, blank–faced, and ate it. Slowly. Methodically. Until every crumb was gone Sarah waited until she was done. “Well? How was it? Eliza stared at the now–empty bundle, her voice emotionless. “Terrible.” “What? Really?” Sarah leaned closer. Smelled pretty decent to me… “It was spoiled.” Eliza replied coldly. Sarah sniffed a piece in disbelief. “It’s still warm! Doesn’t smell of to me “If you like it, or just don’t care, then take the rest, Eliza said curtly. “Next time he brings anything, don’t accept it. And if he insists, it’s yours. Don’t bring it to me.” Without another word, she turned and walked back to her herb patch. She crouched beside her newly planted blossom, eyes dark and distant. Things that have gone bad–no matter how carefully you try to revive them–what’s the point? It just makes the whole thing seem even more pathetic. Better they forget everything, like Benedict did. That would’ve been easier to accept But even as she tried to harden her thoughts, her hands lost their focus, and she accidentally pricked her finger on a thorn. Blood welled up immediately. Eliza stared at the droplet as it fell, watching it disappear into the dark soil. Then she calmly bandaged the wound and got back to work, He grabbed Dylan by the arm and practically shouted, “What the hell are you thinking? This was already the third time he’d come to find him–and his patience was gone படிய
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Chapter 220 “Exactly because she’s already become a num.” Authony said, “the King would never choose her. That’s why he turned to Sophie” Matthew paused for a few seconds, then caught on quickly and joined in, full of righteous indignation. “If it weren’t for her, Sophie wouldn’t have been chosen for the palace in the first place! So she has to take responsibility–get Sophie out of the palace and make the King revoke his decree Dylan, however, was conflicted. At first, he didn’t buy their story. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized- something about Sophie suddenly being chosen as a royal consort was strange. Even though he’d left the Stonor family. Dylan still knew how wary the King was of their father, and how deeply the crown distrusted the Stonor name. So why would he invite Sophie into the palace, let alone make her a consort? And then there was Caroline she had cared for the young King in his childhood. Eliza–beautiful beyond compare–was known as the most stunning woman in Hasen City So perhaps the King had initially favored Eliza, but once he discovered she had taken vows, he had no choice but to settle for Sophie. That line of logic was plausible. Too plausible. And that only made Dylan even more uneasy, He thought. Eliza may be safe for now, but there are far too many powerful men watching her. Nolan, for one–he was constantly circling her like a hawk. Always with that excuse of “royal protection.” But since when had he ever shown such interest in any other woman? Dylan gritted his teeth. That guy definitely has an agenda.” Though he’d misunderstood the King’s intentions, he had, quite unintentionally, hit the nail on the head when it came to Nolan. Trying to stay calm. Dylan cut in, face expressionless. “Enough. I’ve heard enough. I’m not going to believe a word without proof. All you have is speculation, and if any of this nonsense gets out, do you have any idea what kind of damage it could do to Eliza: “She got what she deserved. Dylan said coldly, his voice rising. “Don’t think I don’t know what she did to our mother. What about Sophie?” Matthew snapped. “You really don’t care at all, do you? You say this is all speculation–but what if it’s not? What if Sophie really was chosen just to replace Eliza? That’s humiliating!” Matthew and Anthony froze, caught off guard. They’d assumed Dylan, holed up here in the mountains, wouldn’t have found out about that. Trying to recover, Matthew stammered, “That was Eliza slandering Sophie. Sophie explained everything to us–she said it was all a misunderstanding! She treated our mother like her own. She would never do something so cruel!” “Enough” Dylan shut his eyes for a moment, then opened them and said flatly, “You you want. But 1 believe Eliza. Always have? can believe whatever He didn’t need to explain further. After all, he had seen it with his own eyes. Matthew looked exasperated. After everything they’d said, Dylan still stood Tirm–like a rock, immovable and impossible to reason with Anthony finally put a hand on his shoulder. “Leave it, Matthew. It’s pointless” Before leaving. Anthony turned back and gave Dylan one final look. “Think about what we sai we said WGTI 1/2 86% Chapter 220 Dylan’s face darkened. Once they were gone, he worked through the rest of his day in a haze of frustration. The very next morning, he rose before dawn, took the silver he’d earned, and went straight into Hasen City to buy a small box of pastries. They weren’t from Dinsiea House, but they were fresh, warm, and made by an old hand. He tucked the box carefully into his coat and hurried back toward Mount Westin By the time he reached Saint Grace Nunnery, the gates were already open to welcome pilgrims. Still, Dylan didn’t go in. He stood outside the entrance and knocked politely. But with guests coming and going, the nuns inside were too busy to notice. So Dylan waited. And waited. Hours passed. It wasn’t until nightfall that Sarah finally came out and spotted him. “Eliza told you not to come again,” she said as she walked up, arms crossed. “What a are you you doing here?” Sarah, out of all the nuns, remembered Dylan vividly. He was, after all, the first person to lay hands on Eliza at the nunnery. Even though he’d changed a lot since then, the impression stuck–and none of the sisters liked him much. Dylan scratched his head sheepishly. “I earned a bit of silver working down at the village… figured Eliza might miss her favorite pastries, so I bought her some. They’re not from Dinsica House, but they’re decent. Could you… could you give them to her?” He hesitated, then added quickly. “If she doesn’t like them, I’ll save up and buy better ones next time. Sarah sighed. “Fine. Let me finish up in the great hall first, then I’ll pass them along.” Dylan wanted to say. “Couldn’t you just go now?” The pastries had been sitting in his coat for hours–what if the flavor was already gone? But looking around at the chaos inside, he held his tongue. “They came because of what happened in Plutonville,” Sarah replied. “News about Eliza spread. Some even came all the way from Plutonville, hoping to catch a glimpse of her” Many of them didn’t even dare disturb her. They came every day just to maybe bump into her in passing. If they saw her. they’d simply bow from a distance, then leave content. Startled, she’d fled Later, when she asked around, the staff explained what was going on. … Read More “Than Your Daughter 220” »
Chapter 219 Chapter 219 “Regret what?” Dylan frowned, clearly puzzled. Tm doing just fine, actually.” He might have given up a life of luxury after walking away from the Stonor family, and sure, his days were harder and his work tougher–but for the first time in a long while, he felt truly at peace. To Dylan, that was enough. He believed that one day, Eliza would forgive him. So no–he didn’t regret a thing. “What are you two even doing here?” he asked, glancing between Matthew and Anthony. “If you’ve got something to say, say it quick. I’m on the clock, and I get paid by the hour.” He was saving up to buy Eliza her favorite pastries. He had no time for pointless talk. “And what’s so wrong with this life?” Dylan shot back, expression darkening. “At least I live it with a clear conscience–and with joy Matthew couldn’t understand. per young master in the S Stonor family, “You had a better choice!” he barked. “You had a way out! You could’ve stayed a proper young and instead you chose this? To be some useless nobody?” Dylan chuckled coldly. The Stonor family might have everything, but it has no Eliza. Wherever she is, that’s where I belong Matthew’s face twisted in rage. “So what, Sophie doesn’t count as your sister anymore?” “She never was. Dylan said flatly. His words didn’t just infuriate Matthew–Anthony’s face turned to ice. “Wow. I didn’t expect you to be the coldest of us all. You used to dote on Sophie just as much as anyone else. And now, what–she’s trash to you? Something you can toss aside when it’s no longer convenient?* “You’re damn right Dylan said, voice calm and sharp. I’m cold and heartless now. And I’ve got nothing more to say to a bunch of fools who still haven’t figured out what’s truly right or wrong. Go home. If you’re sick, don’t just wander around like it’s nothing.” He turned his back to them, raised his axe, and returned to chopping at the half–felled tree beside him. As Matthew opened his mouth again, Anthony held out a hand, signaling him to stop. He stepped forward. “Dylan,” he said, voice lower now, more calculated, “I don’t know what Sophie did to make you this angry. But whatever it was, she’s in trouble now. You may have cut ties emotionally, but you still protected her once. Are you really going to just stand by while she’s in danger?” Dylan didn’t even flinch Anthony pressed on. “She’s caught the King’s eye. He’s planning to make her a royal consort. If she really enters the palace, do you think there’ll be any way for her and Eliza to reconcile after that?” That made Dylan pause. It wasn’t Anthony’s last sentence that i froze him—it was what it implied. If Sophie became a royal consort… with her vindictive heart, would she really leave Eliza alone? Even if Prince Regent Nolan stood by Eliza’s side now, how long would that protecti favoring Sophie… then what? protection last? If the 11:48 Fri, 18 Apr Chapter 219 Dylan’s stomach dropped. Even the slim chance of that scenario made his blood run cold. 86%1 He lowered the axe, turned to face Anthony, and asked, “Is what you said true? About the King wanting to make Sophie a “Of course it’s thie Matthew immediately cut in. He announced it himself at the royal banquet. He’s already kept her in the palace to learn proper etiquette–he’s just waiting for her training to be over before officially granting her a title. “Training in the palace?” Dylan’s expression darkened. Anthony quickly kicked Matthew under the table, then smoothed over the explanation. “Yes. The King said it was love at first sight. He was clearly infatuated. So much so that he’s having the Empress Dowager personally oversee Sophie’s etiquette lessons. Dylan’s heart sank further. So the King really does like her that much? If she truly became the sole favored consort in a palace with no other women… she’d become untouchable. This can’t happen, Dylan thought, face grim. ‘I can’t let her go through with it.’ Keeping his concern tightly under wraps, he narrowed his eyes at the two. “So after all this buildup, what is it you u want from me Dylan narrowed his eyes. “Why?” “Come on,” he said, voice culcal “The King has taken an interest in Sophie. What does that have to do with my sister?” Anthony studied Dylan’s face, voice low. “Maybe not much. But not nothing, either. … Read More “Than Your Daughter 219” »
Chapter 218 Benedict’s voice trembled with rising frustration “And you, Father–you’re no different. I know you favor Sophie, but must your bias be this blatant?” He glared at Gabriel, the very man he once looked up to with reverence. Once, this had been the person he wanted to emulate. Now, all he saw was a lie. Sophie’s identity was a lie. His father’s love for their mother–also a lie. And Benedict’s own image as the noble eldest son of Hasen City! That, too, was a lie. He wasn’t worthy of the title The more he thought about it, the more regret crushed him. He had failed–failed to stop his sister from becoming a nun, failed to bring back the brother who walked away. Now, when clarity had finally dawned, Eliza and Dylan were already gone. He turned to his remaining brothers. Two men, faces full of indifference, who looked so much like the version of himself he now despised “Matthew, Anthony Benedict said solemnly, “take a good look at this family. If you two don’t wake up soon, there won’t be a family left to look at.” But they didn’t understand. Of course they didn’t Matthew frowned, and Anthony crossed his arms. “Benedict, maybe you should be the one reflecting Anthony said coldly “None of this would’ve happened if Eliza hadn’t insisted on running off to become a nun.”“ Benedict looked at them for a long moment. Then he asked quietly. “Matthew, Anthony do either of you remember what kind of pastries Eliza liked best?” Matthew scowled. “What kind of question is that? What’s it got to do with anything?” “It does matter,” Benedict said, his voice tight. “Just answer me. Do you remember or not?” He didn’t even know what he was hoping to hear–but his heart weighed heavier with every passing second “Who remembers that kind of thing?” Matthew muttered with a hint of annoyance. “She didn’t seem to like anything Roast duck, maybe?” Benedict said nothing Anthony thought for a second, then offered, “Lemon cake? Or pistachio? Isn’t that what Sophie likes too?” Benedict almost laughed–bitter, hollow. At first, he felt a sick sort of relief that he wasn’t the only one who’d forgotten. But that relief was quickly swallowed by something worse. If none of them remembered… then just how devastated must Eliza have been all these years? They hadn’t just forgotten her favorite flavors. They had forgotten her. Her grief, her loneliness, her pain. All they ever did was blame her. Benedict walked out of the study, utterly hollow. “What the hell was that about?” Matthew muttered, rubbing his injured leg “Benedict’s completely lost it. Why bring up Eliza now? She’s not even part of this family anymore 86%1 11:48 Fri, 18 Apr Chapter 218 The pain from his fall made him grimace, but it didn’t stop him from turning to Gabriel and saying. “Father, you never finished earlier was it really Eliza who reported Sophie? If we want to help her, what should we do?” Gabriel’s ́s gaze drifted from the window. He glanced briefly at Matthew’s leg and said blandly. “We don’t know for sure, but it’s likely she was involved “I knew it. Matthew growled. “She’s always had it out for Sophie. First she accuses her of stealing our mother’s body, now she’s turning the King against her. Sophie ended up locked in the palace because of her lies. Gabriel paused at the mention of the first accusation… but in the end, he said nothing. “So what do we do? Go to Eliza again?” Anthony asked with a frown, clearly reluctant.” “If you don’t want to go to her, then go find your Dylan, Gabriel said simply. Anthony’s brows lifted, thinking it over. Matthew hesitated. “But will Dylan even agree to help? Last time he left, he acted like he’d never come back. Said b done with all of us. he was Gabriel replied coolly. This concerns Sophie’s safety. Just make it sound urgent–Dylan may have a sharp tongue, but he’s always had a soft heart. He won’t just sit back and do nothing.” That seemed to convince them. Matthew nodded. “You’re right. Dylan used to be just as protective of Sophie as the rest of us. If we spin it right–make it sound pitiful enough–he won’t turn us down.” Anthony agreed. “Let’s go tomorrow. We’ll talk to him face to face.” With their injuries, their desperation–it would be perfect Dylan would crack. What they didn’t know… was that Dylan had already seen the truth with his own eyes. The next morning, at the base of Mount Westin, Dylan was chopping firewood for a local village. Shirtless, sun–darkened, and slick with sweat, he swung a heavy axe through the thick trunks. Suddenly, voices rang out from behind. “Dylan!” “Dylan! Finally! Took us forever to find you. What are you doing out here, chopping trees?!” Huffing and red–faced, Matthew and Anthony staggered into view. Dylan didn’t stop chopping. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and replied calmly, “Working. Earning a wage. What che They both froze … Read More “Than Your Daughter 218” »
Chapter 217 86% Father, Benedict — Matthew snapped, his voice shaking with fury. “I can’t believe this is how you’re treating Sophie!” Anthony chimed in, equally frustrated. “You both know exactly what the Imperial Palace is like. You know how deeply the King distrusts the Stonor family, and yet you still left her there like it was nothing!” “What if something happens to her? Matthew’s voice rose. “What if she’s bullied or humiliated in there? With none of us by her side, who’s going to protect her?” “Fine. If you two won’t go after her, then I will!” His eyes burned with resolve. “Had I known you were just going to abandon her the moment she entered the palace, I would’ve limped in there myself–broken leg or not!” The Stonor household had been in an uproar over Sophie’s entrance into the palace for two days straight. Or more accurately. Matthew had been the one raising hell. Anthony didn’t shout as much, but he stood firmly behind Matthew in every argument. Gabriel and Benedict, on the other hand, were quickly losing their patience. They had tried–tried–to explain that it wasn’t their decision. Sophie had insisted on going. But that reason fell on deaf ears. “Sophie’s too naive, Matthew barked. “She has no idea how dangerous the palace is! Sure, there may not be anyone else in the harem now, but what about later? Once the King gets bored and decides to hold a selection, the palace will be packed- and Sophie, being the first one in, will become every woman’s target!” Gabriel finally snapped. “If you really understood how wary the King is of our family,” he said coldly, “then you’d realize there’s no way he actually intends to keep Sophie in the palace for long.” “And what if he does?” Matthew shot back “What if that’s exactly his plan? What if he’s keeping her as leverage–to threaten you, threaten all of us?” Gabriel turned away, shaking his head in exasperation. “If that’s how you insist on seeing it, then there’s nothing more to discuss.” That was when Benedict spoke, voice calm but cutting. “Even if the King did want to use a consort as leverage against the Stonor family–it wouldn’t be Sophie.” Matthew’s head snapped toward him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Isn’t it obvious?” Benedict stared him down. “Let’s not sugarcoat things. At best, Sophie is Father’s adopted daughter. At worst, she’s his illegitimate child” “Shut your mouth!” Matthew roared, stepping forward, fists clenched, ‘Don’t you dare call her that again!” Benedict didn’t flinch. What–going to hit me now, Matthew?” “Have you even heard the words coming out of your mouth? They’re disgusting. Matthew seethed. “Sophie’s the sister we’ve loved and protected for years. Don’t you feel anything?* Benedict’s voice turned ice–cold. “Years? How many years, exactly?” “Tell me, Matthew–how long is so long? Six months? A year? Is that what you call a lifetime of love?” “What about Eliza?” His voice trembled with fury. “She was our real sister for fourteen years. Fourteen! And yet you said nothing when she was cast out. You didn’t raise your voice once for her. Is fourteen years just a joke to you?” The raw power behind Benedict’s words stunned Matthew–and even Anthony fell silent. Even Gabriel, who had h… watching in quiet detachment, furrowed his brow. 11:47 Fri, 18 Apr Chapter 217 100 Matthew opened his mouth to argue but could only manage a weak, bitter murmur. “It’s not like we forced her to leave. She made that choice herself.” Benedict let him go with a scoff. “Then you really are blind. We all are. The only one who saw clearly was Dylan. He understood everything–and that’s why he left, just like Eliza did.” “Oh, please,” Matthew sneered. “That wasn’t clarity. That was stupidity. And you–have you seen him? You talk like he’s noble. but the guy’s squatting in a shack outside the city like some half–dead beggar. That’s your idea of “wise?” Benedict’s expression darkened with quiet pity. “You call him the fool, but you don’t even see what a joke you’ve become.” The way he looked at Matthew sent fire through his veins. “That’s enough” Matthew shouted, “I don’t care about any of that anymore. I just want to save Sophie!” “And how do you plan on doing that? Benedict asked mockingly. “You’re going to storm the Imperial Palace with your laughable martial skills? Please. If that’s your plan, then I suggest you cut ties with us first–at least that way you won’t drag us down when you get yourself killed.” “Enough!” Gabriel’s voice cut through the room like a blade. He turned slowly to face them both. “Sophie is currently in the Benevolent Palace. No one is to act recklessly. Matthew gritted his teeth. “So what, we just sit and do nothing?” There is one other way to get Sophie out of the palace sooner, Gabriel said, pausing deliberately. Matthew’s eyes lit up. “What way!” Gabriel’s expression darkened. “This entire situation began because someone told the King about your mother. That’s why Sophie’s being targeted” Matthew’s breath hitched. “So–she was set up?” He didn’t even wait for confirmation. “It was Eliza, wasn’t it? It had to be her! Who else would stoop that low?” He barely finished his sentence before a fist came flying at him. Matthew hit the ground hard, landing with a grunt. His injured leg was still strapped in a brace, and the impact made it nearly impossible for him to get up He propped himself up on one elbow and glared at Benedict with disbelief. You’ve lost your mind. Benedict he shouted, Tm your brother! I’m injured, and you hit me?” “And I’ll hit you again if I hear one more word slandering Eliza, Benedict growled, fists clenched. “When your leg’s better, feel free to hit me back–but until then, keep your mouth shut.” … Read More “Than Your Daughter 217” »
Chapter 216 Benedict froze, flustered. “Wait, wasn’t this pistachio cake? It’s… lemon cake? Eliza’s smile widened, but instead of warmth, it carried an icy sting, “Lemon cake, hmm? You sure about that? Are you really sure? Maybe take another guess. Since you’re always so good at guessing, why not test yourself–see how many things I hate to eat you can get right?” Benedict’s face went pale. Eliza turned, voice laced with scom “Forget it. What I like or don’t like has nothing to do with you anymore. I suppose it’s natural you’ve forgotten such trivial things. She took a step down the stairs and mocked, “After all, even if I won’t eat it, there’s someone who would, right? Why don’t you wrap it up and take it back to your darling Sophie?” “No–Eliza, please, let me explain” Benedict panicked, tripping over his words. “I didn’t mean to get you something you hate. I just… I wasn’t thinking. It was automatic. The more he spoke, the more ashamed he became. Now that he really thought about it–pistachio cake, lemon cake–they were all Sophie’s favorites. He’d come here to see Eliza, yet brought her something she detested, something his precious Sophie adored. Benedict looked down at the cake in his hand, remorse clouding his eyes. “Eliza, I’m sorry. It’s my fault. Let me go buy you something you actually like–please,” But Eliza remained unmoved. Standing above him, her gaze was cold, almost distant. “Benedict… do you even remember what I like to eat?” I do! I swear I do,” he rushed to say. “You like… roast duck! It’s roast duck, right?? He looked at her with hopeful eyes, desperate for affirmation. But Eliza just stared at him in silence. And in that silence, Benedict knew–he’d guessed wrong. Again. Not pistachio cake. Not lemon cake. Not roast duck “Wait–wasn’t roast duck Matthew’s favorite? Why had he always confused everyone’s preferences, lumped Eliza in with the rest? The pistachio cake slipped from his hand and hit the ground with a dull thud. Benedict buried his face in his hands, crushed by self–loathing. Tm sorry, Eliza. I forgot, I can’t believe I even forgot something like this.. He used to think he was the sibling who loved Eliza the most. But standing here now, he realized he wasn’t even worthy of being called her brother. Especially not when she was looking at him like that–like a stranger. Unable to bear it any longer, Benedict turned and fled, Eliza watched his retreating figure, then slowly descended the steps. She bent down, picked up the ruined box of pistachio cake, pulled out one piece, and bit into it. Her expression didn’t change. 1/3 11:47 THE HEAD Meanshule; outside the Homeyodeur Palace, hope stood may thing he cup of coffee helimeed arop her head. no “Keep it deady, Soplic and Clans If you are best aber key, then fer for goes tonight either” Ceuting her teeth, ale uued pleadingly ward Clarice personal cupine u Clarissa, maybe may the Hince, the Express fromager’s engine arendant and her dome here to be this hot? I’m really seated have cared- Clarisa dada’y even blink Sorry, Lady Sophie But the ery girl went will clings toobervily to you. If you want to become a pipes lady of the palace, I must be word Sophies expression turned dak. Did this old long just insult me She clenched her jaw, suppressing her fury “But the King chose me it burn my face during training, you’ll be the one to explain it to lum “Is Clarissa raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed that so Sophie scoffed, “What part of that’s wrong?” Clarissa’s voice suddenly sharpened. All of it The King wid he was smitten and wanted you as a consort. That’s why you’re here to learn. But instead of studying seriously, all you care about is your face. Are you saying His Majesty is some shallow fool who only values a pretty skin Sophie flinched “That’s not what I meant I never said that “Then why do you act like in Clarissa snapped. “You flaunt your favor like a weapon and ignore every rule I try to teach. Do you think that’s how a royal consort behaves Sophie almost flung the cup off her head in rage. But before she could, Clarissa calmly pressed her back down onto her knees. “My dear, she said coolly, “you clearly didn’t learn any manner in the Stonor household. And from where I stand, you’re nowhere near ready to enter the palace” Clarissa added, “But since the King insisted you be trained. I’ll make sure you learn. From now on, we’ll drill the rules morning, noon, and might. Complete every task exactly as I instruct, and you might be fit to stand in His Majesty’s presence. Understood? “Understood,” Sophie said through gritted teeth. … Read More “Than Your Daughter 216” »
Chapter 215 Chapter 215 86% “You? What are you doing here today?” Eliza asked, surprise flashing in her eyes as she turned to face Nolan. She knew the Midwinter Feast was an annual celebration, with a grand banquet hosted for the court. But this year, she hadn’t attended. After all, she was no longer the Stonor family’s legitimate daughter. The king had sent someone to invite her, but she had politely declined. Since she had already taken vows as a nun, she felt there was no reason to participate in a secular banquet–especially one where her presence wasn’t truly required And while the King had said he didn’t mind, she knew all too well how the court loved to gossip. She didn’t want to bring him unnecessary trouble. The banquet’s over, Nolan said, “and what’s left is just post–dinner entertainment–not worth my time. I figured I’d rather come here and have a drink with you.” Eliza raised an eyebrow. I don’t drink” I know. Nolan replied, smiling slightly. That’s why I brought you some good coffee instead. He lifted the cup in his hand. “Would you do me the honor of sharing a cup?” It had been a while since she’d seen him this proper. Eliza couldn’t help but chuckle. “The honor’s all mine.” They sat down together. Nolan poured her a cup and handed it over once it had cooled just enough to be perfect. Eliza took it offered a polite nod, and took a sip. The moment the rich aroma and delicate bitterness hit her tongue, her eyes lit up. This is the finest blend,” she said. “How did you get your hands on the royal reserves?” “I had a cup at the banquet. Nolan replied, “and I thought you’d like it. So I asked the King for a few boxes–and brought them all here for you.” Eliza’s cheeks flushed. She did like the coffee. She just hadn’t expected Nolan to know her taste this well. Nolan shrugged. “Too light for me. Doesn’t wake me up enough Eliza paused, suddenly reminded of his illness. “Strong coffee isn’t good for your health,” she said softly. “If you’re not feeling well, come find me She gave him a teasing smile. “We made a deal, remember? You help me, I help you. And reciting a few scriptures is the easiest part.” It had been days since she last recited The Magnificat for him. “As long as you don’t mind. Nolan said, smiling faintly, his gaze fixed on her. “Mind what?” Eliza asked, puzzled. He didn’t explain–just shook his head. “Nothing” There was no need to say it out loud. Being able to visit her from ti already the best outcome he could ask for. time to time, hear her voice, sit beside her–that was 1/3 11:47 Fri, 18 Apr # Chapter 215 86% They didn’t linger long. Nolan left the rest of the coffee for her. Before leaving, he mentioned the King’s latest arrangements regarding Sophie. “Shell probably behave herself for a while, he said. Elza raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment. She didn’t believe Sophie would suddenly grow a conscience–and frankly, she didn’t want her to. She wanted Sophie to keep walking straight toward ruin, and when the time came. Eliza would be the one to push her over the edge. And if Sophie didn’t walk there on her own. Eliza would gladly dig the pit and drag her down. As for the Stonor family? Not a single one of them would escape. Tve come to see my sister. Benedict said. “Could you help me c call her out fo for a moment?” I promise. I mean her no harm, he insisted. “As her older brother, I swear on the Stonor name–if I so much as step past the gate without permission, may I be struck down by lightning” For half an hour, Benedict pleaded outside the gate until the nuns–clearly annoyed–relented and agreed to pass along his Unfortunately for him, delivering a message didn’t mean Eliza would agree e to meet him. But Benedict wasn’t about to give up. “Please,” he begged, just try again. I only want to see her–just once.” “No,” one of the elder nuns said firmly. “She said no, and no means no. Stop wasting your time and go home.” They already disliked the Stonor family. They had no intention of letting Benedict loiter at their gates any longer. What they didn’t expect was that he would return the next day–and the day after that. … Read More “Than Your Daughter 215” »
Chapter 214 “All in?” Nolan’s voice turned icy. Including your life?” “Of course Isabelle smiled sweetly. “Eliza was never suited for bloodshed. But me? I can be your sharpest sword, Your Highness. For you. I Before she could finish, a blade suddenly pierced through the side of the carriage–clean and swift–narrowly grazing her neck A bead of cold sweat rolled down Isabelle’s forehead. Outside. Nolan calmly withdrew his sword “I have plenty of swords,” he said flatly. “I don’t need one like you. And next time you compare yourself to Serenity, I won’t miss. With that, he mounted his horse and gave a cool glance toward the carriage. “Burn it,” he ordered. “Yes. Your Highness, Ross replied without hesitation. Thus ended Isabelle’s first grand seduction attempt–kicked out of the carriage by Ross, and her opulent coach dragged off and set ablaze. Isabelle was fuming. Humiliation simmered in her chest like acid, though she’d somewhat prepared herself for failure. She just hadn’t expected to be dismissed quite so thoroughly. Still, she thought, if Nolan had been that easy to seduce, she would’ve lost all interest in him He was, after all, the Prince Regent. The man feared and revered across the land. There had always been whispers about his deep disdain for women’s advances–yet Eliza was the lone exception. Some claimed he only protected her because it was royal decree, because she was the Holy Lady. But Isabelle didn’t buy that. Once she’d steadied her mood, she turned to her returning maid, Aria Hogan, and asked, “So? Did anything happen at the banquet after I left?” She’d left early to prepare for Nolan, leaving Aria behind with her father to observe until the end of the feast, Aria chuckled. “You left too soon. You missed one hell of a sh show. Aria smiled slyly. “The King chose Sophie. Declared it in front of the whole court–he wants her as a royal consort. She’s been placed in the Empress Dowager’s palace to begin training At first, Isabelle was stunned. A royal consort? For Sophie? All that wide–eyed, trembling innocence must’ve paid off somehow. But the moment Aria mentioned Sophie staying behind to “learn the rules,” Isabelle’s instinct kicked in “She didn’t even speak to Gabriel or the others afterward. Just rushed off with the Empress Dowager, Aria added. That made Isabelle laugh outright. “Utter fool. Being this stupid should be considered a talent.” Aria blinked. “Wait is something wrong with her being chosen? Isabelle’s tone turned cool. “In every proper selection, palace maids are sent to the home of the chosen girl. They’re taught palace etiquette before entering Hut Sophie? They’re keeping her inside from the start. That’s a trap, not an honor.” She paused, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “She could be locked away for ten days, ten months, even longer. And when 1/2 11:47 FM, 18 Apr Chapter 214 86% the time comes, all it’ll take is one sentence–She’s too slow, unfit for the role–and just like that, Sophie becomes the joke of Hasen City” Aria’s eyes widened. Serves her right. She really thought the Padilla family had no one left to defend them?” Isabelle let out a cold snort. “Let’s go. Time to plan the next move.” Meanwhile, in the mountain–side herb garden, Eliza was busy transplanting a cluster of iron–skin dendrobiums. These were the ones that had survived her no–spiritual–energy test batch–grown solely through technique, not mystical soil. Malaki stood beside her, watching every motion with a meticulous eye, correcting her form bit by bit. Only when she grew confident enough did he help her finish the planting They worked until sunset before finally calling it a day. That’s enough.” Malaki said, brushing dirt from his hands. Time to head back for dinner. Just monitor the growth over the next few days” “You too.” Eliza replied with a smile. “Back to the monastery.” After waving him off, she slowly made her way back toward Saint Grace Nunnery. But the moment she stepped into her courtyard, she froze. A familiar face she hadn’t seen in days was suddenly there, seated at the table under the eaves–surrounded by a full spread of elegant, fragrant vegetarian dishes, perfectly arranged. Not a single plate missing. Nolan turned at the sound of her steps, his smile warm and natural. “You’re back? Go wash your hands–we’re ready to eat.” The way he said it, he sounded less like a prince regent… and more like a husband waiting for his wife to come home.
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 1/2 86% Chapter 213 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 Ross flung a hand over his eyes. “Put your clothes on! I swear, if I see one more inch, I’m plucking out my own eyeballs” Behind him. Nolan had already taken several disgusted steps hack. Then came a syrupy, delicate voice from inside. I’ve long admired His Highness… thought of him day and night… I simply couldn’t hold it in anymore, so I came here hoping he’d take me in… Isabelle’s tone didn’t falter. “I know you and Eliza share something special. If you’re worried about rumors, I don’t mind being your concubine, I’ll be your shield–I promise, I’ll never breathe a word of your secrets.” Nolan let out a low, humorless laugh. “You’ve already fallen this low, Don’t assume the rest of us are just like you.” “But aren’t you?” Isabelle’s smile curled in the shadows. “The way you look at Eliza–your Serenity–it’s anything but pure.” Nolan’s eyes narrowed, voice like ice. “And what if it isn’t? If there’s anything impure or shameless between us, then it’s on me. Not her Isabelle’s breath hitched. “I never thought you were such a devoted man,” she whispered, as if swooning “It only makes me want you more. If you want, I’ll give you everything” AD Comment
Chapter 212 Chapter 212 * 86% So for the rest of the banquet, Sophie got a very clear taste of what it felt like to be humiliated at every turn. Everywhere she went, someone was waiting to insult her. And it wasn’t just one group–one wave after another, they came. The daughters of the military officials–brash, brainless, and absurdly hold–took turns mocking her, ridiculing her to her face with veiled jabs and barbed compliments, never laying a hard but slicing deep all the same. Sophie was seething. But just as she was about to explode, each group would flash a cold smile, saunter off, and be immediately replaced by the next round. It wasn’t until several waves had come and gone that Sophie finally realized–this wasn’t random. It was organized They were clearly targeting her, laying traps to comer her into verbal humiliation, knowing she couldn’t retaliate under the eyes of the royal family. So she gave up on fleeing and simply sat back down, silently fuming- Fine. This was the safest spot anyway–with the King, the Empress Dowager, and her father all present. Let’s see who still. dared provoke her here. What Sophie didn’t realize was: the real show hadn’t even started. Not long after she returned to her seat, the King suddenly turned his gaze toward her, his expression thoughtful as he watched her for a beat. Then, turning to Gabriel with a smile, he said, “Gabriel. I’ve had a troubling matter weighing on me these days, something I’ve yet to find a solution for. Since you’re here today, perhaps you could help ease my burden?” Gabriel paused and stepped forward, bowing respectfully. “Your Majesty, it is naturally my duty to help shoulder your burdens, though I fear if the matter lies beyond my humble abilities, I may only waste Your Majesty’s time.” The King chuckled. “No, no. This is a matter only the Stonor family can help me with.” A faint sense of foreboding crept into Gabriel’s chest. And rightly so. Because the very next moment, the King turned to Sophie and smiled. “Since ascending the throne, I’ve been. so occupied with affairs of state that I’ve kept the inner palace empty. But ever since I laid eyes on Sophie at my mother’s birthday banquet, I found myself–at first glance–completely enchanted. And every time since, my admiration has only deepened.” A single statement, and the entire hall erupted in astonishment. Sophie froze. For a moment, she thought she must’ve misheard. But as the words sunk in, her eyes widened in disbelief. Had she just become the object of the King’s affections? She could barely contain her joy. Meanwhile, standing beside her, Gabriel’s jaw clenched so hard it was a miracle his teeth didn’t shatter. He was on the verge of coughing up blood. He never imagined Nolan would play such a ruthless card. Sending Sophie into the inner palace? Was this his way of keeping her under control–trapping her where she could never touch Eliza again? Did he really think this move wouldn’t come back to bite him? Gabriel’s expression darkened. The smile on his weathered face barely held. “Your Majesty, he began carefully, “my daughter was born in the countryside. She grew up among commoners until the age of fifteen. “That’s quite alright the King interrupted, beaming “I don’t mind.” “She isn’t trained in palace protocol… “No trouble at all. My mother can personally instruct her.” 86%1 11:47 Fri, 18 Apr 0 Chapter 212 “She just particularly fright.“Gabriel grasped at one last excuse, his voice growing faint. But none the King’s smile faded. His tone dropped like a hummer. “Didn’t you just say helping me was your duty? And wish to take a consort, yet you throw up excuses one daughter after another. What, is a consort’s title too low for your preciou. I Gabriel immediately howed lower. “Your Majesty sees through me. I would never dare harbor such thoughts. I only fear Sophie may not serve you well enough? The King waved him off “Enough We’ve heard your opinions, but the one entering the palace is your daughter. Shouldn’t the be the one to choose? With that, he turned his gaze back to Sophie She could hardly breathe She’d been chosen. Truly chosen by the most powerful man in Bortenland. Forget the Sconor family, Forget the Prince Regent. None of them could compare to the King himself. As long as the entered the palace, whether or not the King’s words of affection were true didn’t matter–she would make them true. She would become the only woman in the inner palace. If she bore the royal heir, perhaps… one day, she’d even become Empress. The very thought sent her heart soaring And as for Eliza? Once she became Empress, Eliza would be nothing. Less than nothing. The day would come when she could make Fliza kneel, just as she had once been forced to kneel. She’d even dig up the Padilla family’s graves if she pleased, and no one would dare stop her. Sophie was already fantasizing about the day she’d sit upon the throne, the imperial phoenix seal in her grasp. She completely ignored Gabriel and Benedict’s panicked expressions and frantic glances. Even if she had noticed, she wouldn’t have cared. Soon, she’d be the one making choices–whether to protect or to discard the Stonor family would be entirely up to her. Then, with elegance she never truly possessed, she said to the King, “Your Majesty, to be favored by you is the highest honor of my life. I am more than willing Gabriel quietly that his eyes, He knew it. This fool was beyond saving