My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 143

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“Ah, little Fiona must be sixteen by now,” Emperor Aldric mused after a moment’s recollection, a smile softening the sharp lines of his face. “Since she is returning to the manor, her coming- of–age ceremony should be arranged at once. Last New Year’s banquet, she dined with the court–the empress still mentions her from time to time, remarking how effortlessly that girl charms a room.”

For all its casual warmth, the emperor’s remark carried layers. With Helen’s household beyond his immediate reach, he needed subtler means to soothe her vigilance.

A granddaughter born directly to the princess felt too close to power. An out–granddaughter, however Fiona–was cushioned by a generation, by a household without command of soldiers. A marriage to a prince would add sparkle, not danger.

Vincent pretended ignorance, bowing and murmuring polite assent, yet his toward Soren. Is this suggestion his doing?

gaze

slid sideways

Soren had always dreaded that the Niven family might angle for his own hand. By finding Fiona another husband first, he could protect himself and keep the palace politics in delicate balance.

Soren, unhurried and serenely composed, returned Vincent’s glance–a quiet meeting of eyes that seemed to say everything and nothing at once.

Vincent suppressed a frown. The nuance in that single look unsettled him; he could not decide whether Soren had just pledged alliance or issued a warning.

Not wishing to linger, Vincent excused himself from the remaining court matters and slipped out of the palace grounds while the sun still hung low, the scent of pine resin and incense trailing behind him.

As Vincent reached the steps beyond the outer gate, Zephyr approached, robes stirring like violet smoke. The prince’s smile held courteous interest; the two families might one day find common ground.

“Leaving so early, Vincent?”

“My younger sister arrives today, so I must return to the manor,” Vincent replied, offering respect but no chance for idle gossip.

“Ah, Fiona,” Zephyr recalled, fingertips tapping his folded fan. “I have been keeping a parrot for Ms. Fiona these past months. The bird is healthy now; allow me to send it back with you.”

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At his signal, an attendant stepped forward with a lacquered cage where emerald feathers shimmered like gemstones. Gift secured, Zephyr fell into step beside Vincent, and together they set off toward the Niven manor.

Just as they reached the manor’s arched gates, a carriage rolled to a halt before the stone lions, its wheels sighing against the gravel.

From behind the silk curtain, a slender hand lifted the flap–pale as moonlit jade, nails glossy as pink pearls. That single glimpse of skin gleamed with such quiet opulence that onlookers instantly wondered which goddess had chosen mortal disguise today.

When the passenger descended, Zephyr recognized her–Fiona herself. She had always been lovely, yet the journey had refined her beauty into something luminous, like sunlight filtering through fine crystal.

A restless tingle sparked across Zephyr’s chest, a thrum of curiosity and desire he had not expected to feel.

In the past, Fiona’s charm had been that of a fresh blossom. Now a subtler fragrance clung to her–a woman’s confidence, soft yet unmistakable.

It was a presence that stirred the ancient impulse in a man to reach, to claim–to wrap triumph tenderly around newfound wonder.

“Vincent!” Fiona called, the name leaping from her lips in a burst of laughing impatience.

Even as she smiled, a glaze of unshed tears reddened the rims of her eyes.

“Fiona,” Vincent breathed, watching his sister sprint toward him while a helpless softness melted through his gaze.

When he had left Jexburgh, she was a slight slip of a girl tugging at his sleeve, begging him to hurry back. Two years had passed, yet the easy intimacy between them felt entirely untouched, as though they had been parted only a handful of days.

Vincent swept her into a fierce embrace, exactly as he had when they were children. “Easy now, Fiona. Your brother is home.”

The familiar scent of him–dust, sunlight, and leather–closed around her, warm and solid, anchoring the moment in undeniable reality.

She tipped her head back, searching his face as though afraid it might dissolve.

The once–gentle boy had come back taller and deeper–voiced, his skin burnished by campaigning winds, the early promise of a commander settling across his shoulders.

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He stood alive before her, smiling with quiet indulgence–not cold beneath a burial shroud— and her tears finally began to fall in soft, uncontrollable streams.

In this lifetime, I will keep you safe, no matter the cost.

Her tears tore at Vincent’s heart; he could never stand to see her cry. He cupped her cheeks and brushed the droplets away with careful thumbs.

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