From Slave To Queen (by Karyn Anderson) novel Chapter 332

Chapter 332

Chapter 332

Before she could finish, Lizzie swallowed the rest of her words,

Lizzie stared at Ferris, her eyes wide with shock. “So, you’ve been working for my brother for a long time?”

“Yes” Ferris bit out the word, his expression deceptively calm.

His sharp eyes were now utterly lifeless.

He said, “Once I took the Ashen Feather, my life belonged to His Majesty. Without the antidote from him, I’m doomed to be a lone woll”

Arthur had turned him into a lone wolf, all for the sake of control.

It was a ruthless scheme.

Lizzie’s

‘s eyes first widened in disbollet, then she burst into hysterical laughter. “My brother knew you were poisoned, yet he still forced me to marry you. All he wants is to make me obedient, tool”

Lizzie shrieked while sweeping everything off the table in one furious motion, “But why? How dare he?”

She went on a rampage, smashing every breakable thing in the room to smithereens

After what felt like ages, Lizzie collapsed to the floor, weeping and laughing hysterically. “If Arthur hadn’t resorted to scheming, would that throne ever have gone to him?”

“Princess!” Ferris cut her off sharply “Mind your tongue. Do you want both our heads to roll?”

Lizzie let out a mocking laugh. “You’re afraid of him, but I’m not.

As if triggered by a wave of painful memories, Lizzie snatched the wing flask from the table and chugged it down.

Ferris glanced outside. Thankfully, everyone had been dismissed.

Otherwise, just these words today would have been enough to get both him and Lizzie executed for high treason.

Ferris took small sips of his wine while Lizzie was already visibly drunk.

Her eyes glazed over as she reached for his arm, only for him to push her hand away in clear disgust.

She asked, “Ferris, do you know why ended up like this?”

Lizzie was thoroughly drunk, her face flushed crimson, her words slurring beyond comprehension

Ferris had planned to ignore her, but her words made him stop,

“Why?” he asked.

Lizzie pointed at her chest and giggled drunkenly. “When Father was alive, he always said I was sweet and innocent. He promised to grant me a piece of land when I grew up with the right to mint coins, so I’d enjoy wealth and glory forever…”

Ferrislistened to Lizzie’s words and gave a noncommittal smile.

He thought, “How would I know anything about the late Emperor’s affairs? She must be drunk. Even the most favored princess would n piece of land, let alone coinage rights.

“That would make her as powerful as a king in a way, if her influence ever grew, it’d become a serious threat. Should she harbor ambitk raise a rebellion and declare horsell queen!

Ferris shook his head and thought, “I must be drunk to actually believe Lizzie’s nonsense

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Chapter 332

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room was in utter shambles. Ferris sat drinking while Lizzie, alternating between sobs and laughter, rambled drunkenly

What should have been their joyous wedding night had turned into utter chaos.

But Ferris couldn’t care less. He’d never truly wanted to marry Lizzie in the first place.

He thought coldly, ‘It feels good to see her smash things

He kept refilling his glass, drinking one after another in silence.

Lizzie sat beside him while sobbing uncontrollably. “He was so jealous that he had to destroy me. Aher Father died, when he saw I had no one left to protect me, he lured me out of the palace and abandoned me in the desolate wilds.

“Several men pinned me to the ground…”

Ferris snapped his gaze toward Lizzie, only to find her eyes glazed over, her expression hovering between truth and pretense.

But the sorrow and pain in her eyes was no act.

Lizzie gave Ferris a tipsy giggle. “Guess what I did to them afterwards?”

Ferris couldn’t bear to meet her shattered gaze, averting his eyes.

But the wine in his hand suddenly became impossible to swallow.

She said, “I flayed every last one of them alive. I cut their flesh into strips, fed it all to the dogs. Then made stew from what was left and served it to my dear brother…

Lizzie shrieked with laughter. “Can you even imagine? That high–and–mighty Emperor turned as pale as a ghost and fell to the ground. He was scared!”

“No, I have to say it,” Lizzie insisted, her expression hovering between sincerity and pretense. For a moment, Ferris couldn’t tell whether her drunkenness was genuine or just an act.

Lizzie leaned in conspiratorially toward Ferris, her breath heavy with wine. She whispered, “Just give me a shred of genuine affection, and I’ll raise you to the highest position. Even the throne could be yours. Ferris, can you give me that much?”

Panic finally flickered in Ferris’s eyes as he clenched his jaw, struggling to steady his wildly thumping heart,

But deep inside, a powerful ambition threatened to erupt. It nearly shattered his self control

Ferris fixed his gaze intently on Lizzie and said in a low, steady voice, “Princess, you’re drunk.”

Lizzie said, “My father really loved me. He never lied to me. He gave me an Imperial diet that granted me the light to mừng coins, Paris, love me? I’m not greedy. I only want half you! heart. Just half is enough.”

With that, Lizzie struggled to her feet, staggering unsteadily toward the dowry chest

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