From Slave To Queen (by Karyn Anderson) novel Chapter 322

Chapter 322

Henry slowlyesfuled deeply and closed his eyes briefly,

He clenched his fists so tightly that the veins on the backs of his hands bulged, his eyes surging with insane hatred. “Damn you, Prince Zander, if i ever get the chance, tear you limb from limb”

“Father?” Nicolas’s sharp rebuke cut through the air, his face dark with displeasure.

Nicolas locked eyes with Henry and said in a slow, deliberate tone, “Father, you’re losing your composure”

Henry snapped back to his senses, his eyes clearing somewhat.

There was a knock at the door.

Nicolas’s eyes sparkled with confidence. “Right on time,” he declared.

Nicolas turned to the door and commanded, “Enter”

Ashadowguard entered, dropping to his knees before them. Henry demanded urgently, “How did it po

The shadow guard looked troubled and stammered frantically, “Your Grace, Eloise was incredibly vigilant. After dropped her off outside the city, the simply vanished.”

“Vanished?” Nicolas scoffed in disbelief. “You expect me to believe a full grown person disappeared right under your nose?

The guard looked terrified as he stammered, “I swear on my life that she vanished right under our noses. If Eloise had kept walking down that roads would’ve been shot by us. But we waited for ages, and she never showed up.

“Honestly, Your Grace, I find it baffling too. We searched everywhere, but there’s no sign of her,”

Hearing this, Henry slammed his fist hard on the table, his face dark with anger. He roared, “That damn woman is always soon guard. She must have anticipated my move and gone into hiding.”

Nicolas massaged his temples in frustration. “Then tell me, Father. Where do you think she would be hiding?”

“With the mountains stretching so vast, how could I possibly guess where she’s hiding?” Henry glared furiously at his trusted aide, his voice dripping with malice. “Find her don’t care if you have to turn the whole damn iñountain upside down. Bring her back, dead or alive

The trusted aide stole a trembling glance at Henry, whose face was dark with fury and whose eyes blazed with murderous intent

instantly, he felt a cold sweat prickle across his back,

Your Grace,” the trusted aich replied with a respectful bow, his voice trembling

Margaret’s burial was scheduled for three days later,

On the day of the funeral, dark clouds hung oppressively low

Bome by sixty–four pallbearers, a massive ebony coffin passed through the city gates as flowers swirled through the air like a blizzard of snowflakes.

Athena, clad in white mourning garments, solemnly carried Margaret’s picture as she slowly walked toward the city gates.

Athena had cried hersell dry these past few days, her lace gaunt with get

Had it not been for Xander helping Athena handle Margaret’s teral arrangements, she could never have endured this long on her own.

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Chapter 322

Michael stayed with the Monson family for three days, quietly helping Athena handle all the guests and funeral arrangements.

Michael watched as Athena grew thinner by the day, his heart aching with helpless concern.

Yet, all h

all he could do was

was stay by her side.

From her vantage point in the restaurant, Willow watched the scene unfold, her eyes burning crimson wi

with rage a and jealousy

Willow crushed her handkerchief in a death grip, pashed her teeth, her eyes blazing with venomous hatred,

Willow thought, Athena, that damned bitch. What’s so special about her that all the men are flocking around her like moths to a flame?

‘Especially Michael. He still has Singering ferlings for her. He only has eyes for Athena, When has he ever spared a glance for me?

Willow seethed with growing age. “No way letting Michael and Athena get back together

Wheeling around, she stored downstairs, determined to follow Michael and monitor his every move. She was not about to give those two any chance

to reconcile.

The funeral procession slowly left the city, winding its way into the mountains.

Jessa showed up silently at Athena’s side and whispered urgently, “Willow’s on our tail.”

Athens gave a subtle nod, her eyes conveying silent instructions. Jessa acknowledged with a barely perceptible tilt of her head before sipping stalthily

No matter how disperately)

ly Athena cried out, Margaret would never answer her again,

As duck deepened, ther mourners slowly dispersed, leaving only Athena kneeling alone before the grave.

With Margaret’s passing, i it felt as if Athena’s very soul had left with her.

“What kind of show!” Michael asked, a hint of suspicion in his voice

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