My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135 Tangled Obligations

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Only when the last tremor subsided did Fiona collapse against the pillows, lashes fluttering, breath small and quick. Soren’s voice drifted above her, cool as steel fresh from a river. “I despise being made another man’s pawn.”

With an effort, she shoved his chest, forcing the smallest gap between them. “You think I enjoy being someone’s pawn, Lord Soren?” she whispered, eyelids too heavy to lift.

Even she had not realized she, too, was a carved piece on the board. Anger and blame churned, yet no clear target emerged.

Should she fault Helen? Perhaps. But what could protest change?

She had suspected Benedict and Prince Jinks of harboring hidden motives, yet she had rested easy, convinced filial piety would keep them respectful of Helen. How foolish–Helen herself stood behind the curtain.

“Besides, you hardly seemed reluctant, Lord Soren,” she murmured, voice languid with combined weariness and cynicism. Men, she concluded with dull amusement, never changed; in her previous life, Soren had not loved her, yet he had never refused her bed.

This current life proved no different.

Soren’s ears reddened at the jab, and something unreadable clouded his gaze.

He had yielded the moment she had called him “Hubby.” The single word had cracked open armor he had spent years forging. He could not bear the thought of Benedict–infamous for seeking pleasure with men–claiming her and ruining the trajectory of her new life.

Yet he discovered that the act of possession was far more intoxicating than theory; the mating pull was a riptide, not a ripple.

High–born or not, a man tasting desire for the first time was still inexperienced; control slipped through his fingers like wet silk.

She, on the other hand, carried memories from the former life and so wore familiarity like a hidden dagger; in this arena, she was the veteran, not the blushing bride.

Fatigue pressed down. Rain had at last reached parched earth; all Fiona wanted now was oblivious sleep. The moment she surrendered to it, darkness took her without pause.

As for the rest, she would face water with earth and soldiers with walls. Lesson learned. Even with Helen, vigilance was wise.

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Every vantage carried its own loyalties. A kind heart could still calculate advantage.

Soren watched her sleep, yet his mind slid back an hour to the encounter with Princess Helen.

She had sat inside the command tent’s loftiest seat, immaculate, unhurried, as though the chaos of camp were a courtly garden. “Sit,” she said, indicating the lone stool before her.

Cold gleam smoked in Soren’s eyes, and he offered no greeting, no balm of words.

“Your very first day in Yondale, Cecilia summoned you to the west court in Fiona’s name–that was my arrangement,” Princess Helen continued, discarding pretense like an unused mask. “I claimed she was ill to draw you in, never thinking you would be so obliging as to appear. But from that very moment, I sensed that something in the air had soured. Back then, I had no idea Emperor Aldric was behind Pierre’s case, and I certainly had not planned to draw my web. Yet when you later appeared in Fiona’s private quarters, well–such a visit is impossible to overlook.”

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Soren understood at once. She must have thought Fiona fancied him, so she had been ready to toss him toward the girl like an amusing trinket, gauging whether he would grow soft- hearted the way Benedict once had.

He also saw the deeper plot. If the Zonfrillo Estate could be made to shoulder blame for Pierre’s escape, Princess Helen would have her long–nursed revenge. Prince Jinks‘ Estate stood behind her as a shield; she would never risk it unless she had to.

Testing Soren and crippling the Zonfrillo Estate–those were two faces of the same coin.

Soren let out a quiet, meaningless laugh. “An elegant strategy, Princess Royal.”

“Hardly elegant,” she replied, eyebrows lifting in a delicate challenge. “Surely you had guessed

intentions before you ever set foot in Prince Jinks‘ engagement banquet. The question is, Lord Soren, why did you come anyway? You know that answer better than I.”

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Princess Helen’s words cut like a drawn blade, dragging every hidden, unsightly motive into the open light.

Soren’s gaze remained icy. “I do not love Ms. Fiona. I pity her. Old memories bind me to her, and I cannot watch her life ruined by an alliance with Benedict. Once, I was her husband. I will not scheme out a perfect future for her, but neither will I stand aside while she is destroyed.”

“Then I thank you in advance for the matter of Pierre,” Princess Helen said. A mysterious calm flickered in her eyes as she offered a victor’s composed smile. “Your carriage for tomorrow is ready. Luna and Commander Young will be waiting when dawn breaks.”

Emperor Aldric had already sent his summons. By thwarting Emperor Aldric’s plans to punish

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