My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 131

Chapter 131 Silent Flight

Chapter 131 Silent Flight

Fiona blinked, unsure what hidden plan lay behind those words.

Princess Helen lifted a hand, palm flicking the air. “Go, child–home awaits.”

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Her gaze lingered on Quentin, and an enigmatic smile flickered before she looked away.

Despite himself, Quentin felt a chill slide beneath his uniform. Everyone in the capital knew Princess Helen’s brand of mercy; even Soren, for all his favor, never left her presence entirely unscathed.

Back at the residence, Fiona roused Cecilia, who rubbed sleep from her eyes.

“Granny is imprisoned?” Cecilia breathed, stunned for only a heartbeat before steel replaced shock. “Then we leave–now.”

The carriage had been waiting for hours, horses muffled and restless; life inside the Princess Royal’s family was luxury laced with perpetual alarm.

In my previous life, Emperor Aldric did not condemn Granny over Pierre alone; the real shadow was Prince Jinks‘ Estate, a power he both feared and needed. Once the prince fell, it became convenient- almost virtuous–for Emperor Aldric to crush her as well. If I want to keep even the hint of accusation from reaching her this time, I must make the value of Prince Jinks‘ Estate unmistakable–so large the throne cannot move without him. Yet provoking a crisis on the border is no small trick. Fiona shook herself back to the present, head throbbing, one arm wrapped around Cecilia while the other hovered near her bowstring. If anyone dared strike tonight, she would not spare lives.

Prince Jinks‘ Estate sprawled west of Yondale amid jagged, indifferent mountains, nothing like the gentle river country they had left behind.

Half a day of travel had shifted them from damp spring air to a barren chill that tasted of

stone.

Only once they arrived at Prince Jinks‘ Estate did the taut wire inside Fiona’s mind slacken, inch by cautious inch.

The carriage finally rattled to a halt before the timber palisade of the army camp. The afternoon wind carried grit and the tang of iron. From the shadowed gate strode a towering man. Dust lined every crease of his weather–worn face, yet his shoulders remained broad, his stance unbowed–a veteran whose strength refused to age.

She felt her eyes burn, and before caution could stop her, she sprinted forward. “Prince Jinks!”

she cried.

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Chapter 131 Silent Flight

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Prince Jinks opened his arms, voice thundering with affection. “Cecilia, has the road left you hungry?”

The girl clutched his sleeve. “Granny has been imprisoned. Please–you must save her.”

Prince Jinks’s smile vanished. He released a contemptuous snort. “Your grandmother is selfish to the marrow. Even if I helped her, she would bite me the instant she was free.”

“She has always liked you best,” Cecilia whispered, coaxing hope into each syllable.

Harshness flickered across the prince’s eyes. “If that is liking, I would rather face hatred. She once stole someone dear to me and kept him as her ornament. Decades pass, yet the wound still stings.”

That grievance festered deeper than the time Princess Helen had used him for her schemes.

He lifted his gaze and spotted Fiona some distance away. Her hairpins sat askew from the journey, yet her stunning face remained composed. Bow in hand, she held herself in a fighter’s stance, alert and unafraid.

A ripple of recognition softened his expression. “You must be Zachary’s girl–Fiona?”

Fiona dipped a measured curtsey. “Greetings, Prince Jinks.”

Prince Jinks chuckled, nostalgia flickering in his weathered eyes. “You’re the image of your mother at that age. I once meant to wed her to my son, but your father struck first.”

Fiona forced a small smile. In this bleak place, amusement felt impossible.I wonder how much Mom would ache if she saw me stranded in a war camp.

Water was scarce behind the palisade. Fiona and Cecilia managed only a cursory wash, then gnawed on hard rations that tasted of dust and salt.

Prince Jinks wiped his beard with the back of his hand. “Life in the ranks is bitter work. Most soldiers leave their wives at home for good reason.”

Yet he watched Fiona swallow an entire brick of dry biscuit without complaint, and surprise warmed his eyes at the girl’s quiet resilience.

Fiona brushed the crumbs from her gloves. “Prince Jinks, may I speak with granny?”

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