My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 230

Chapter 230 Famine Portents

Chapter 230 Famine Portents

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“Duflana’s harvest failed last year,” Fiona continued, voice steady yet urgent. “The army’s granaries stand half-empty. The Steppe Nomads have learned of this, and the new khan is eager to strike the Royal Guard while it hungers.”

She paused, eyes narrowing. “Someone inside Jexburgh leaked that weakness.”

Once the thought of missing grain occurred, the remaining puzzle pieces settled into place with chilling ease.

Without treachery at the heart of the capital, northern troop numbers and supply ledgers would never have reached foreign ears. Whoever opened that door clearly wished Alexander dead.

Morgan set the finished bundle aside. “Why bring all this to me, Ms. Fiona?”

“Telling you,” she replied, “is as good as telling the Third Prince.”

He managed a faint smile. “The Third Prince and I are merely friends. I do not pledge myself to every one of his intrigues.”

Fiona shook her head, conviction ringing in her tone. “You belong to him, whether you admit it or not.” Truth be told, she had begun to wonder if Morgan and Marcus were one and the same. Cecilia, ever brazen with men, behaved shyly only before Marcus-and she treated Morgan with that same intimate deference.

Moreover, Marcus carried a damaged leg, and Morgan never once stood in her presence, always remaining seated as though the floor itself were an ocean he could not cross.

Whether the theory proved right or wrong, tonight was not the hour to rip away the veil.

Morgan offered no denial, only the quiet acceptance of a man who has been accurately unmasked.

“The Third Prince warned me about faulty goods in the Amber Room to lure me into investigating-into stepping directly into his snare. After all, he already knew Soren was moving grain.”

Morgan’s shoulders lifted in a gentle, almost resigned shrug. “So it would seem.”

Fiona drew a measured breath, then spoke with the steady cadence of someone making a report rather than a plea. “His Highness cannot afford a scandal at the Zonfrillo Estate. You must have told him of my prophetic dreams already, and he now hopes I can steer events

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Yet another possibility flickered at the back of my mind. Was Marcus also probing the limits of my gift, calculating exactly how much I might be worth to him?

A rare curve touched Morgan’s lips, the faintest suggestion of a smile, like dawn barely lifting the edge of a storm-gray sky.

Fiona remained perfectly still on the lacquered chair, hands folded, eyes cool. The lamp’s soft glow spilled over her profile, but nothing inside her seemed to stir.

Morgan rested a palm on the table, voice unhurried. “Your reasoning is sound, Ms. Fiona. A woman who has lived twice carries knowledge the rest of us can only guess at. That knowledge prevents ruin long before it takes shape.”

She held her breath. She neither confirmed the charge of reincarnation nor bothered to deny it; silence served her better than words right now.

“And perhaps,” Morgan added, “this is also an opportunity. Rescue Duke Zonfrillo, and half the knots strangling this court will loosen of their own accord.”

At first the meaning eluded her-until her gaze drifted toward Cecilia. In that instant comprehension struck, and color drained from her cheeks.

Who would dose Cecilia with medicine designed to move her, yet leave her wholly unharmed?

The answer surfaced, cold and sharp. Princess Helen.

Princess Helen must have foreseen danger. Under the guise of seeking treatment, she smuggled Cecilia into Jexburgh, hiding the young woman in plain sight.

What peril could drive a princess to such lengths? Only the knowledge that her own schemes -sharp as blades-might soon slice back at her.

Memory flashed from the former life: after the attempt on Alexander, tension between the Zonfrillo Estate and the Princess Royal’s Estate household had erupted, tearing the latter to pieces.

Her pulse quickened. Marcus wanted her folded into this intrigue so she could save Alexander -so she could, by extension, keep Cecilia and the Princess Royal’s family from collapse.

Marcus might lend a hand, but Fiona’s personal intervention would prove decisive. Only her appearance on the battlefield of court politics could spare Helen of the Zonfrillo Estate’s

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