Chapter 335
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Ever since the Osborne family fell from grace, the Queen had been living on benterhooks.
These days, she dared not show her face before the King, terrified of angering him and implicating Fermin.
Only after Lizzie’s wedding did the Queen finally breathe a sigh of relief.
One day, Fermin went to the palace to see the Queen
Inside the palace chambers, the Queen and Fermin sat together, speaking in hushed tones.
Flamin’s face darkened with fury. He spat,
soat. “That b
bastard Nicolas. To think he was actually a remnant of the previous empire, hiding in plain sight and
nearly dragging me down with him!”
The more he thought, the angrier he grew. He couldn’t believe that Nicolas had played him.
Seeing how utterly furious Fermin was, the Queen said coolly, “Why are you still keeping tabs on the Osbornes? Surely you don’t expect Nicolas to come and rescue them”
“Mother, don’t you know? Nicolas has always doted on Willow and can’t bear to let her suffer the slightest bit of injustice. I don’t believe he’ll just stand by and do nothing while she’s exiled,” Fermin huffed angrily.
The Queen wasn’t entirely clear about the relationship between Nicolas and Willow.
All she knew was that Nicolas had been rather protective of Willow,
The Queen scoffed, “He probably just values Willow for her ingenuity. Surely you didn’t expect him to actually fancy her?”
The Queen thought coldly, ‘Feelings are mere illusions. They are intangible and fleeting.
“There’s no such thing as genuine love.
“Just like between me and His Majesty. We were head over heels in love back then.
“But now…
The Queen’s eyes dimmed at the thought of Arthur’s cold Indifference.
Arthur hadn’t set foot in her chambers for more than half a month.
Fermin cast a disapproving glance at the Queen, thinking. She’s the Queen already, yet she still spends all day obsessing over romance,
Fermin slammed his fist down hard on the table, his face livid with rage. “No matter what, I won’t let that bastard get away with this!”
The Queen cast a cool glance at him and said in a measured tone. “If you’re going to do it, do it cleanly and thoroughly. Leave no loose ends.”
She loathed the Monson family to the core since they dared to harbor remnants of the previous empire. She felt that they deserved nothing less than
death.
By mid–June, the scorching sun beat down mercilessly.
Across the barren wasteland trudged a ragged procession.
Men, women, and children of lages shuffled along, their hair matted, laces smeared with dirt, and dressed in Ethylattered fagi.
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Shackled at the wrists, they shuffled forward with heavy steps.
They were all hollow–eyed and sallow faced from hunger, barely clinging to life, it looked as if they might drop dead at any moment and never again.
The scorching sun baked the ground, leaving Will
Willow weak and dizzy.
Sometimes, Willow wished she could just end it all
At least then I wouldn’t have to endure this torment anymore,
Willow thought bitterly.
At first, Willow would quietly sob to herself, but after taking several lashes, she didn’t dare make a sound anymore.
No matter how unbearable things got, Willow could only grit her teeth and tough it out.
One misstep, and they’d be beaten within an inch of their lives.
For three full days, they hadn’t eaten anything. Their lips were cracked and peeling, and their throats felt scorched.
“Sir. Please, give me some water…” Nona’s parched, hoarse voice rasped weakly beside Willow’s ear
Willow turned, her eyes burning with a venomous glare at Nons. However, in her pathetic state, she couldn’t muster even a shred of intimidating presence.
Nona shuffled up to the officers, her eyes pleading and her voice trembling with desperation. “I haven’t had a drop in three days. Please, sir, have mercy. Just a sip of water, I’ll do anything you ask.”
Nona wasn’t exceptionally beautiful, but she did have soft skin.
Nona couldn’t wait to bare her delicate arm to the officers. She simpered, “My lords, just look. My skin is still flawless. I was the Marquis’s concubine, once his favorite.”
Kelsey watched Nona’s degrading behavior, her teeth grinding in fury.
Not long after, lewd sounds dried out from within, Kelsey gritted her teeth in fury, shut her eyes, and spat, “Shameless whome. The Onborne lamily has no place for a woman like you.”
“What will I do if it gets even worse?
“Sooner or later, those bastants will get tired of Nons
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