The Scarred Queen's Rise (Athena) novel Chapter 689

Outside Phoenix Hall, Pamela stood, ramrod straight.

Her robes fluttered slightly in the breeze. Though her face seemed serene, her eyes burned with fierce determination.

The maid beside her was too terrified to breathe; outside the Phoenix Hall, it was so quiet that only the occasional whisper of wind could be heard.

“Your Majesty, I beg for a divorce from Fermin.” Pamela’s clear voice carried far across the empty palace gates.

At her words, the royal attendants and maids turned pale, stealing glances at the audacious woman.

‘How utterly audacious of Pamela, to actually seek a divorce from Fermin. And to force the issue right at the Queen’s palace, they wondered.

Inside Phoenix Hall, the Queen’s smile vanished instantly when she heard the maid’s report. She slammed her cup down, splashing coffee across the table, her delicate brows arching in fury.

The Queen raged, “What did you say? Pamela wants a divorce? How dare she.”

The Queen’s eyes burned with disbelief and anger. Has that woman grown a lion’s heart? What gives her the audacity to ask for a divorce?

‘She actually wants to leave the royal family–who does she think she is?‘ she wondered. ‘In the royal family, it’s always the royals who cast women aside; never has there been a case of mutual separation.‘

“Your Majesty, it’s absolutely true–Pamela is standing outside the palace gates this very moment,” the maid stammered in terror, dropping to her knees with a sudden thud.

The Queen shot to her feet, pacing furiously around the chamber. Fuming, she muttered, “This is utterly disgraceful. She’s dragging the royal family’s name through the mud.”

All the palace staff hung their heads low, not daring to even breathe.

“Right then. I’ll go see what on earth she thinks she’s doing,” the Queen snapped.

She flung her handkerchief aside and stormed out of the palace.

The grand gates of Phoenix Hall slowly swung open, flooding the hall with blinding sunlight. Pamela narrowed her eyes slightly but remained steadfastly standing there. As the Queen appeared, she offered a deep, formal bow and called out in a clear voice, “Your Majesty, your humble servant pays her respects,”

The Queen stared down at Pamela with icy disdain. “Pamela,” she snapped, “Do you even know what you’re saying? Divorce? Do you truly take royal matrimony for some childish game?”

Pamela raised her head and looked the Queen straight in the eye, her gaze steady. “Your Majesty,” she said calmly, “the bond between Fermin and I is broken beyond repair. What remains is but a hollow pretense of marriage, which brings no honor to the royal house. I beseech Your Majesty’s understanding.”

“How dare you.” The Queen trembled with fury. “Are you accusing Fermin? Since when does a mere woman of your station presume to meddle in royal affairs?”

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Chapter 689

“As a princess, how petty you are—making such a fuss and demanding a divorce over a mere trifle. Do you take the royal family for some common tavern where you can act on every whim?”

Pamela bit her lower lip, a stubborn glint flashing in her eyes. “Your Majesty, your wisdom sees all–I would never dare overstep my bounds. But I simply can no longer endure this existence.”

The Queen scoffed, “Hmph. I see you’ve been spoiled rotten and clearly don’t know your place.”

“How amusing.” the Queen laughed with chilling fury. “Guards. Throw Pamela out at once. From now on, unless I summon her myself, she is forbidden to set foot inside these palace gates again.”

Immediately, several royal attendants stepped forward and, with cautious deference, addressed Pamela. “Pamela, if you would please come with us.”

Pamela cast one last profound look at the Queen, then bowed deeply once more. Only then did she slowly rise to her feet. Under the heavy gaze of the assembled court, she walked out of Palace, step by measured step, her back ramrod straight. “Utter nonsense.” the Queen sneered, watching Pamela’s retreating figure. “How dare she trample upon royal dignity like this.”

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