My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 130

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Accepting the cue, Fiona did not linger. She stepped into the corridor, mind already racing through the arrangements that needed setting in motion before nightfall.

Inside, Soren pressed thumb and forefinger against his brow, kneading away a headache that felt carved into bone.

“Whatever troubles Ms. Fiona carries, they are hers alone,” Luna whispered, wishing she could smooth the crease between his brows with her own hand. “You should not let her words weigh on you, Lord Soren.”

“Leave me, Luna.” Irritation rasped under each syllable.

She hesitated, then smiled with practiced brightness. “Very well. Rest soon. In a few days, we ride back to Jexburgh, and greater matters await your attention there.”

When Luna’s footsteps faded, a hush settled over the study so complete it seemed the room itself had exhaled.

Soren dipped his brush, intent on drafting a report to the Zonfrillo Estate. Yet the soft, tear- laced cry of “Hubby” echoed unbidden in his mind, the memory of Fiona’s shimmering eyes floating before him. The brush hovered, ink gathering at the tip.

His gaze darkened, unreadable. After a breath, he lowered his lashes, as though wiping the vision away, and the brush resumed its orderly strokes.

“At last—you’re back,” Cecilia exclaimed, relief loosening her shoulders as she caught Fiona’s chilled hands in her own.

The lamplight trembled across Fiona’s face while she sifted through half–spoken rumors. “Granny tried to bargain with Lord Soren a few nights ago,” she said, voice low. “They never reached terms.” Lifting her gaze, she asked, “Tell me–where is Soren now?”

Cecilia’s fingers knotted in the fringe of her sleeve. “He has been away for days,” she replied, worry leaking through each word.

A chill premonition slid down Fiona’s spine. She bent closer, whispering, “Cecilia, pack whatever you can carry tonight, will you? We may have to seek out Prince Jinks.”

Tears glazed Cecilia’s lashes, yet a bright smile bloomed. She pulled Fiona into her arms. “Uncle is stationed in Junbert. If trouble comes, find him. Later, I’ll come looking for you—just for fun, as always.”

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Fiona hugged her back with fierce resolve. I will not abandon her. I’ll deliver her safely to Prince Jinks, whatever the road demands.

“Fiona, you belong to the Niven family,” Cecilia murmured. “Don’t get tangled in the Princess Royal family’s affairs.”

Night deepened; the two lay side by side beneath a single quilt. Cecilia clung to Fiona’s arm and mumbled, “Why are men always like this?”

Fiona stayed silent, letting the question drift with the darkness.

Cecilia rested her head on Fiona’s arm, brushed a gentle kiss against her cheek, and curved her lips into a sleepy smile. “Next life, I’ll be born a man and look after you properly.”

“All right,” Fiona answered softly. “But in this life you must live well, too.”

Cecilia thought for a moment. “Did I ever tell you? The man I fancy is a scoundrel as well. He kissed me, then told me to leave. Even after I reached Yondale, he never came. He fears the Princess Royal’s family, I suppose.”

Fiona’s brows lifted. “Someone from Jexburgh?”

Cecilia gave a small laugh. “The Third Prince–Marcus.”

Fiona found no smile within her. The name landed heavy as iron.

“I don’t mind his lame leg, yet he dismisses me.” Cecilia sighed. “He pretends to care for nothing, but he wants the throne as much as any of them. Men without feeling chase power, don’t they?”

Fiona’s heart thudded, startled by this revelation.

She suddenly remembered Morgan saying, “There are more than two princes in the palace.”

I thought he merely stayed neutral between Cornelius and Zephyr. Could it be that Morgan has chosen Marcus instead? A contender no one notices can profit most–exactly Emperor Aldric’s favored tactic, letting rivals bleed first. Fiona recalled Marcus. Outwardly indifferent, he was seldom seen outside because of his injured leg and was still unmarried. In palace and capital alike, he was nearly invisible, so few truly knew the man beneath that quiet shell.

“Fiona, I’m getting sleepy,” Cecilia whispered.

“Rest,” Fiona said, smoothing the blanket. “I’m here.”

Deep in the night, Fiona was shaken awake. A man bowed low at the bedside. “Ms. Fiona, I am

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