From Slave To Queen (by Karyn Anderson) novel Chapter 402

Chapter 402

After Brigitte returned, she dared not enter the room for a long while.

It wasn’t until Viola’s furious voice rang out from inside. “What are you waiting for? Get in here now!”

Only then, trembling all over, did Brigitte finally pu

the door

open and

step inside.

Inside the room, Viola’s eyebrows arched in fury as she shot Brigitte a cold glare. “Where is Prince Fermin?” she asked.

Brigitte dropped to her knees, trembling with

Grace

His Highness… Lady Blanche took him away,” she stammered.

As expected, Viola flew into a rage and swept all the food and wine off the table, sending dishes and cups crashing to the floor.

Shards flew everywhere, and a piece of them even hurt Brigitte’s face.

“Useless! Utterly useless! How could you mess up even this simple task?” Viola raged, her face turning stark white with fury as she kept lashing out at Brigitte.

Brigitte bit down hard on her lip, not daring to make a sound. Only after Viola’s fury had subsided did she dare steal a cautious glance at Viola.

“Your Grace,” Brigitte said timidly, “if I may be so bold, please calm your anger. There will be plenty of other opportunities. What matters most now is making sure His Highness sees your virtues.”

Brigitte only wanted to avoid becoming the target of Viola’s anger, but to her surprise, Viola took it seriously.

Viola frowned at Brigitte and said curtly, “Get up.”

She sat at her dressing table and commanded, “Dress me.”

‘It’s my wedding night. If I make a scene now, I’ll only make a fool of myself. Better to hold back my temper than become a laughingstock, Viola thought.

Brigitte breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward to remove Viola’s elaborate hair ornaments.

After assisting Viola with her bath, she finally saw Viola settle into bed.

Meanwhile, a completely different scene was unfolding at Evander Manor.

Natasha shot the man in the room a wary glare and hissed through gritted teeth, “If you dare lay a finger on me, you’re dead.”

Evander was momentarily speechless.

“wryly to himself.

‘If I don’t lay a finger on Natasha, then I’m truly doomed,‘ Evander thought

He glanced at the nuptial cloth on the bed and cocked an eyebrow. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Natasha retorted, a gleaming longsword resting beside her as she propped one long leg on the bed, her expression defiant. “Lnever wanted this marriage. Give it a year or so, then we’ll just split up and go our separate ways.”

‘Since I can’t refuse this marriage, I’ll just have to endure it for a year,‘ she thought to herself. ‘If, after a year, I still haven’t produced an heir, the King will surely have Evander divorce me. Then I’ll finally be free.‘

Evander listened to her outlandish idea, then leisurely took a seat at the table, poured himself a cup of wine, and said casually, “Fine by me.”

“Wait, you agreed?” Natasha exclaimed in disbelief. ‘Given my demands, no sane man would ever say yes. Is Evander out of his mind? How could he possibly agree?‘ she wondered, completely baffled.

“Honestly, I didn’t want to get married either,” he said. “How about we just treat each other like friends from now on?”

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Chapter 402

He raised his wine glass, cocked an eyebrow at Natasha, and teased, “fancy a couple of drinks?”

Natasha hadn’t had a single bite or sip all day and was starving enough to eat a horse.

Seeing the table piled high with delicious food, she couldn’t help but swallow hard.

Seeing her expression, Evander let out a soft chuckle, picked up his fork, and took a bite of the fo

food.

Nodding in approval as he chewed, he remarked, “Mmm, delicious, simply delicious. The imperial chef’s cooking truly is something else!”

Like a gust of wind, Natasha swept in and plopped onto the chair. Without hesitation, she grabbed a fork and began devouring everything in sight, piling dish after dish onto her plate.

“If only I’d known you felt the same way! You should’ve said so earlier. I’m starving to death here,” Natasha said.

Seeing her ravenous display, Evander let out a soft, amused chuckle.

With that, she too face–planted onto the bed.

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