My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 109

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Chapter 109 Imperial Audience

Chapter 109 Imperial Audience

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“Since Blaze’s heart proves so generous, you may continue earning your keep at the Scarlet Boutique,” Emperor Aldric decreed, his gaze sliding to Garrick like a drawn blade, a silent reminder that a defeated foreign general held no sway in Duflana.

Zephyr had already abandoned any fanciful schemes involving Luna. He toyed instead with the plump white parrot perched on his finger, finding the bird’s enigmatic owner far more intriguing than the celebrated beauty herself.

A pity, he mused, that she was bound for distant Yondale; the separation promised to stretch on like an uncoiled road.

News sprinted across Duflana faster than any courier. Within days, every tea house recounted how Soren felled Garrick in three strokes–and saved the unrivaled Luna. Tales of heroes rescuing maidens never starved for listeners.

“I wager Luna is nothing but Lord Soren’s kept woman,” someone whispered behind a lacquered fan.

“And no wonder the negotiations with Ms. Roxanne stalled–who would compete with a concubine that flawless?”

Yet for all their caution, ambitious ladies still plotted. A fearless suitor, they reasoned, could overlook Luna’s presence; after all, a night with Soren promised pleasure, and a lifetime beside him promised power.

Meanwhile, after a month of rutted roads and dripping forests, Fiona finally glimpsed the ramparts of Yondale.

The journey could have been shorter, but unfamiliar climates had soured her stomach and stolen several days.

Before the caravan even reached the gates, a clear male voice hailed the coach. “Is Ms. Fiona inside this carriage?”

Fiona lifted the curtain. A young nobleman sat astride a bay, his black robes knife–sharp against the morning light. An intricately carved jade crown gathered his dark hair, and his posture was as straight as a lance.

“I am,” Fiona answered, voice steady despite the miles.

“Henry Thankerton, at Her Highness‘ command, here to escort you,” the youth declared, reins gently slack in his gloved hand.

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“Your trouble is greatly appreciated, Mr. Henry, Fiona said, offering the courteous smile her tutors had drilled into perfection.

Once inside the walls, she found shops packed shoulder to shoulder. Yondale was no Jexburgh. yet compared with the sleepy villages along her route, it felt almost lavish.

Within an hour, the carriage rolled under the vermilion gate of the Princess Royal’s Estate. Fiona disembarked and saw a stately woman awaiting her, spine unbowed, eyes sharp- seventy years worn like a medal.

Everyone nearby stood with heads lowered, as though even the gravel recognized rank.

One glance was enough; the woman’s features echoed Meryl so closely that Fiona’s heart leapt. This, unmistakably, was her grandmother, Helen.

Fiona lowered her voice as though the vaulted ceiling itself listened in. “Granny,” she whispered, the single word trembling on her tongue. It was their very first meeting, and shyness crept beneath her carefully schooled poise.

Helen, the famed Princess Royal, had never before laid eyes on this granddaughter. Now, taking Fiona in, she saw a gentle face as lovely as any young lady of Yondale and felt her heart soften. She opened her arms with a silken smile. “Come closer, child, and let me look at you properly.”

Obedient yet poised, Fiona crossed the polished floor, each step light but deliberate, as if walking toward a long–dreamed portrait finally sprung to life.

Helen clasped Fiona’s slender hands, studying the girl from brow to chin with a surgeon’s tenderness. Fiona, meeting that searching gaze, murmured, “Granny, Mother thinks of you every day. She wanted to come herself, but circumstances kept her away.”

Helen exhaled, the sound soft as parchment sliding shut. “I understand her burden,” she said, sorrow clouding her eyes. “Staying too near me would only endanger you and your brother. Your father is an honorable man; knowing you are safe with him is comfort enough for me.”

Fiona felt the same melancholy settle over her shoulders, like dusk folding in at the end of a long journey.

Helen’s gaze drifted, seeing a memory superimposed on the girl before her. “You are nearly grown,” she murmured. “Yet in my mind, your mother still stands before me, no taller than you are now, ribbons flying behind her.”

Fiona wrapped both arms around Helen’s thin frame. “Granny, you will meet Mother again, I promise.” Her voice brightened. “She sent gifts this time–boxes full, all chosen for you.”

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Chapter 109 Imperial Audience

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Helen blinked, genuinely surprised by the sudden embrace. The warmth convinced her that the Niven household had not trained the child into cold formality after all.

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