From Slave To Queen (by Karyn Anderson) novel Chapter 282

Chapter 282

|_ Arthur’s feelings toward Xander were complex.

Despite having different mothers, they had shared a close bond since childhood, especially after Xander saved his life.

Xander hadn’t pulled him from that ity chasm all those years ago, Arthur wouldn’t be alive today.

This act earned him Arthur’s lasting tolerance. In truth, any other morarch might have already stripped him of power.

Moreover, Kander had never shown the slightest ambition for the throne

He had trained many of the Petanion’s most capable generals, and under his command, the kingdom remained safe from foreign threats.

The navy, still in its infancy, also relied heavily on his guidance.

And so, for now, he was untouchable

Trina stamped into the room with a deep frown, her lips pressed into a thin line.

“The neighbors have been clanging around since the crack of dawn. Who on earth moves in and causes such a scene?” she grumbled.

Athena showed genuine surprise. When she had bought this mansion, it was simply because it was close to her grandfather’s estate.

Back then, this area was remote, and all the neighbors had already moved away.

Even though several estates remained, no one was willing to buy them, not even at a low price,

“How surprising that someone would actually move in today, Athena thought

Still, since they were neighbors now, they would have to look out for each other in the future.

Turning to Trina, Athena said gently, “With more residents around, this place will become livelier, Our lane will gradually get busier, so please bear with it

As they were talking, Marquita rushed in, her face a mix of shock and excitement. “My lady, guess who just moved in next door?”

was rare for Marquita to lose her composure like this. Whatever had surprised her must be a big deal.

Athena played along and asked, “Who is it?”

‘s Prince Xander! He’s moved in here!” Marquita’s voice trembled with excerent,

Athena was startled. Why would Prince Xander move here out of the blue?

She realized what was happening. He had agreed to let Kendra stay at the Kander Manor, just as Alexandra wanted.

With him away, there would be no fuel for any scadal involving him and Kendra.

Still, the thought left her way. This would only give Alexandra more reason to resent her.

Just as the three of them were talking, a young maid rushed in and announced, “My lady, the neighbor next door has sent gifts!”

The maid’s eyes were wide as she spoke, upit she had witnessed something truly astonishing

A taint dread crept through Athena as she rose quickly to her feet.

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Chapter 282

Stepping outside, she found the courtyard filled with sheep and deer, each one draped in red sastes.

Nelson bowed and said warmly, “His Highness will be staying here briefly and may cause some inconvenience. Please accept these humble gas

token of respect, Viscountess.”

Marquita pasped, and even Trina’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

one on each side, pently tugged at Athena’s sleeves, almost wishing they could accept the gifts for her.

Both of them, one on

After all, these were Kander’s personal gits

“Lady, you should send a return gift, Marquita whispered urgently

inhere

It was customary for new neighbors to present pits to those around them, and Athena was expected to reciprocata,

Snapping out of her shock, she thought for a moment and then said to Marquita, “Send a basket of freshly baked breads to His Highness.”

These soft, fluffy loaves symbolized continuous prosperity and good fortune, an auspicious gesture for a fresh start. Giving them was meant to bring

Marquita’s eyes crinkled with delight. “res,right away

Soon after, Nelson returned with the basket and presented it to Xander. “A return gh from the Viscountess, Your Highness”

Inside were pillowy, golden breads that looked like cushions fresh from the oven

The warm, yeasty aroma hung in the air

“Delicious,” he murmured between bites, nodding approvingly.

Nelson watched as Kander ate with such relish, then chuckled and reached out. “Let me try one too, Your Highness.”

Suddenly, a hand slapped down on Nelson’s outstretched arm

Startled, he looked up to see Xander, usually so stern and proper, quickly hide the breads behind his back as though guarding a priceless treasure

Nelson’s eyes widened in disbelief. “It’s just a basket of bread. Why is he being so stingy!”

Nelson wore a knowing smile and was just about to withdraw when Ansel strode in from outside, a dossier in hand.

With a slight bow, he reported, “Your Highness, there’s news about General Perkins”

Ansel had been bustling about all morning, too busy to even sip a glass of water. The sight of the breads on the table immediately stiered his appetite.

“Where did these come from?” he murmured, already reaching for one.

Nelson gasped, about to warn him, but Xander was faster. He smacked Ansel’s hand away.

Ansel’s fingers grasped at nothing, and he blinked at Xander in disbelief. He was reading the report just now. How did he even notice melt

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