My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115 Luna Is Here

No wonder he brought her all this way to Yondale. He must prize her greatly.

With polite curiosity, Cecilia asked, “Luna, are you Lord Soren’s concubine?”

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“Luna has endured a tiresome journey,” Soren cut in, voice light yet final. “Please arrange a place where she may sleep.”

The refusal to elaborate was plain. Cecilia understood at once: guests from Jexburgh carried blades she dared not test, even within Helen’s walls.

A faint flush crept across Luna’s porcelain face, a color as soft as dawn pressing through gauze. The fleeting shyness that fluttered over her features only deepened her beauty, turning it from simple prettiness into something dangerously luminous.

Cecilia caught that sight and felt her own gaze drawn, involuntary, like iron filings toward a magnet. If even I struggle to look away, what hope have the men? That girl is calamity wrapped in silk.

She needed to speak with Soren alone, away from curious ears and watchful walls.

Yet arranging even the briefest meeting with him was like trying to snatch fire from a guarded hearth.

All the way back to her rooms, Cecilia’s mind churned, turning possibility after possibility like beads in a restless palm, searching for the single path that would put them face–to–face.

The Princess Royal’s estate sprawled like a miniature city. As protocol dictated, Soren had been lodged in the east court, the wing reserved for guests of rank. Long before their arrival, Helen had ordered every trace of excess torn down–no gilded screens, no carved beasts, nothing that might betray the household’s true appetite for luxury.

As they filed out of the east court, Cecilia could not resist one final glance over her shoulder. Soren had not mentioned Fiona’s name, not even once; he wore indifference like armor polished to a mirror sheen.

But the young lord was sharper than she guessed. His eyes flicked to her, cold and precise, and the air between them seemed to tighten like a bowstring.

Heat rushed to her face. She looked away at once, pulse skittering in a guilty staccato.

I ought to test him on Fiona’s behalf–discover what storm, if any, her letter has summoned behind those unreadable eyes.

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Once she returned to the main hall, Helen began issuing orders with the economy of a seasoned general, assigning tasks, shifting servants, scaling cracks through which rumors might seep.

“Lord Soren is bound to investigate Pierre’s death while he’s here,” Edmund said, worry creasing his brow. “You must be on your guard.”

“He’ll linger in Yondale a month at most,” Helen answered, rubbing her temple as though it ached. “All we need is to shepherd him past that mark and send him on his way.”

“And Fiona?”

“Keep her at the hillside manor for a few days,” Helen said. “The Niven family once courted the Zonfrillos‘ favor–any meeting now would only breed embarrassment. If anyone asks, tell them she’s ill and needs bed rest.”

What troubled Helen most was the ravishing woman who had walked at Soren’s side earlier that day.

If Fiona caught sight of such a companion, the girl’s heart would surely fracture.

Helen, of course, had never told Fiona the identity of their guest from Jexburgh.

“Spies for Princess Helen swarm the grounds,” Quentin murmured, glaring toward the shadowed corridors. “She means to keep us penned inside this east court. Any attempt to investigate will be… difficult.”

Soren had foreseen as much and offered no response, his silence a blade tucked safely back in its sheath.

A few breaths later, footsteps halted outside; a servant announced yet another visitor.

Soren’s shoulders tightened, irritation flickering across his face. Locals from Yondale, eager to flatter a future prince–he had no patience for their courtship.

Quentin dismissed each petitioner with practiced politeness, one after another, until the hallway emptied.

“My lord, you have traveled hard today,” Luna said in a voice as soft as moonlight on water. “You must be exhausted. Allow me to help you retire early.”

“You should retire early as well,” Soren said, his tone as cool and even as moonlit water.

Luna’s lips curved, a subtle, knowing smile glimmering beneath the lantern’s glow.

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Dawn had barely silvered the eaves when Cecilia dispatched two uniformed guards to invite Soren for a tranquil moment beside the lake.

She had pleaded, coaxed, and argued until Hannah finally entrusted her with entertaining the young lord, convinced that no one in the household understood leisure quite like Cecilia did.

Yet Soren felt no appetite for idle pastime.

Quentin intercepted the guards and dismissed them with a courteous nod. And so, forced to come in person.

Cecilia was

“Originally, Fiona ought to have welcomed Lord Soren,” Cecilia began, her voice light yet edged. “You both hail from Jexburgh and are–shall we say—well acquainted. Alas, the poor girl has fallen ill.”

The words hovered, gleaming with hidden edges.

By stressing well acquainted, she hinted at a closeness that polite society pretended not to notice. By invoking Fiona’s illness, she baited the hook–if Soren cared, he would ask after her and accept the lakeside invitation.

Soren’s brows drew together; the excuse did explain why, though he arrived yesterday bearing Emperor Aldric’s commission, Fiona had not appeared to greet him.

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