My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59 Threads Of Omen

Chapter 59 Threads Of Omen

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A reunion of father and sons was rare, and Alexander, uncharacteristically indulgent, allowed the household to pour a modest round of Rivermuse Wine.

Between sips, Sebastian’s brow tightened around a tactical puzzle. “Every other year, the grain. convoys travel with two escort units and never a scrape. Why, this season, were two extra detachments dispatched at the last minute?”

Callum’s stern mask cased into something almost sheepish. “To be frank, someone dreamed I would meet misfortune on the road and came to warn me. People say dreams can be portents, so I kept the vision in mind and doubled the guard.”

Soren twirled the stem of his cup between thumb and forefinger, composure unbroken.

In the Imperial Palace that day, Fiona had Princess Florence divert Callum solely for this warning. If all she wished was to repeat a dream, why weave so elaborate a detour?

It felt instead as though she possessed ironclad certainty, as though the dream were less a vision than a memory of what must occur.

Her puzzles did not end there. Even during the matter of the Divine Doctor, her startled eyes hinted we were strangers still, though reason insisted we had already met.

If souls truly walked a second lifetime, did that make me–standing here now–her destined husband?

Absurd. Were Fiona and I that close, she would have spoken to me about Callum, not to another man.

Yet–what if she really has been born again?

Dwell on it long enough and jealousy begins its slow, poisonous crawl.

Soren’s eyes hardened; a cold curl of his lip dismissed the notion. He set the cup down with deliberate finality and invited no more speculation.

Callum’s revelation piqued more than the general’s curiosity; even Alexander leaned in, eager to name the benefactor behind the omen.

But Callum simply smiled, lips sealed and secret intact, offering nothing more.

Alexander leaned back, eyes glinting with mischief. “Well then,” he teased, his voice warm with camaraderie, it appears that woman is a charm that draws every blessing your way.”

Callum silently agreed with his uncle’s jest. Fiona truly seemed to be his bright star. Once he

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Chapter 59 Threads Of Omen

returned to Jexburgh, he meant to ask her–plainly–what she thought of him.

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If her impression matched his hopes, he would go straight to his uncle and confess everything, certain the family, knowing she had saved him, would not stand in their way.

With that decision set, impatience gnawed at him, urging the journey home to quicken.

Several days later, news reached Fiona that Callum had delivered the grain to Broadmoor unharmed. The instant she read it, her shoulders loosened, and a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding slipped out in relief.

The turn of the year brought fresh urgency. Only a fortnight remained before the horsemanship and music exams.

One by one, the young ladies packed up their holiday silks, leaving home before the holiday season had even dawned, hurrying back to the halls of Sweetbriar Academy.

Mindy leaned in beside Naomi, admiration softening her voice. “Mr. Callum drove the Steppe Nomads back this time. When he returns, he’ll likely climb the ladder again.”

At his age, Callum already held the senior fourth–rank title. If his rise continued at this pace, he would reach third–rank, perhaps higher, before his thirtieth birthday–Zonfrillo backing or

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Naomi’s chest swelled with pride, the words sitting at the edge of her tongue, ready to boast about her brother’s exploits.

Yet the moment she spotted Fiona across the room, yesterday’s conversation between her aunt Joanna and her mother echoed back–lavish praise for Fiona’s manners, her grace, her beauty.

Callum’s farewell whispers before he left for Broadmoor now rang clear as bells; the intent behind them had been obvious, had she only paid attention.

Naomi erased the last trace of awkwardness and stepped lightly to Fiona’s side. “Fiona,” she greeted, voice warm with newfound ease.

Secing the approach, Lilith rose at once, smoothing her skirts as she surrendered her place without the slightest complaint.

Naomi settled beside Fiona, excitement dancing in her eyes. “My brother’s convoy was ambushed by the Steppe Nomads on the way, but he was fearless and turned the tide himself.”

Fiona touched the bridge of her nose, a modest smile blooming. “Mr. Callum’s skill has always inspired admiration.”

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