The Scarred Queen's Rise (Athena) novel Chapter 712

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“Careful, baby,” Fermin said softly, gently steadying Blanche by the arm, a tender look on his face.

Viola’s face contorted with rage. She had intended for Blanche to take a humiliating tumble, but to her absolute fury, it only served as an unexpected assist, drawing Fermin’s attention to Blanche first.

Viola was furious. ‘Fine, I’ll pretend to fall too!‘ she thought, rolling her eyes before deliberately stumbling and faking a fall.

Fermin was captivated by Blanche at that moment, his mind racing with thoughts of what she might look like.

By the time he snapped out of his reverie, Viola had already tumbled to the ground.

The wedding matron, so terrified that she was almost out of her wits, scrambled to help Viola up. “Forgive me, Your Grace and Your Highness!” she pleaded desperately.

‘The secondary consort took a nasty fall before she even had formally entered my manor. Fermin’s expression darkened with fury. “What happened? How could she fall out of the blue?”

A bride stumbling on her wedding day was a seriously ill omen.

Spotting the peas on the ground, the wedding matron cried out in alarm, “Your Highness where, and that’s what caused the secondary consort to fall!

“It must have been the servants‘ negligence. I implore you to punish them severely!”

At a moment like this, deflecting the blame was crucial.

are peas here from who knows

Fermin roared, “Were it not for my wedding day, you’d all be flogged! I’ll let it pass today, but tomorrow, every servant responsible for sweeping will receive twenty lashes.”

The servants bowed deeply and repeated, “Thank you, Your Highness. We are grateful for your kindness.”

Fermin, his face still grim, led the two secondary consorts into the manor. He glanced at Viola and, seeing her quietly endure the fall without complaint, a pang of pity stirred within him.

After the wedding ceremony, the attendants escorted the two secondary consorts into their respective chambers.

Viola was growing desperate. ‘No matter what, I have to have Prince Fermin spend the night with me tonight,’ she thought fiercely.

But no one could ever predict where Fermin would choose to go,

Viola asked the matron, “Did Prince Fermin say which consort’s chamber he’ll be staying in tonight?”

The maid shook her head deferentially. “Your Grace, as protocol dictates, to maintain impartiality, Prince Fermin will not stay in any of your rooms tonight.”

In other words, Fermin would only decide which secondary consort to favor tomorrow night.

Viola clenched her fists and said to her maid, Brigitte, “Go tell His Highness that I’ve injured my knee and wish for him to come see me.”

‘Though this is a flimsy excuse,‘ she thought, ‘I’ve only just arrived at the manor, and I can’t overstep my bounds. I mustn’t risk annoying Prince Fermin.‘

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Chapter 712

“Got it,” Brigitte replied obediently before slipping out of the room.

Blanche wasn’t idle either. Both consorts were fiercely vying for the privilege of the wedding night with Fermin.

Though Blanche appeared inactive, she had people closely monitoring Viola’s every move.

The moment she saw Brigitte emerge, she immediately dispatched someone to tail her.

By this time, most of the guests had already left, and the wedding party was drawing to a close.

Brigitte made her way to the front courtyard and saw that Fermin was already heavily intoxicated.

Her heart leapt with joy as she stepped forward and whispered, “Your Highness, Lady Viola has prepared a tonic for your headache. Would you care to take some to refresh yourself?”

Fermin’s mind was too muddled to think clearly. He nodded blankly, got to his feet, and staggered after Brigitte.

However, just as Fermin was passing by Blanche’s courtyard, a matron stopped him. Beaming, she leaned in and whispered, “Your Highness, before Lady Blanche married you, she had her fortune told. She’ll conceive a son on her first try. Won’t you honor her chambers tonight?”

Fermin was nearly driven mad by his longing for a son. Hearing the matron’s words, henged his mind on the spot.

Turning to Brigitte, he said, “Tell Lady Viola not to wait. I’ll have her tonic another day.

ht, I’ll be staying with Lady Blanche.”

With that, he followed the matron into the courtyard.

Brigitte seethed, her eyes burning with impotent fury. But she didn’t dare intervene and could only watch helplessly as Fermin entered Blanche’s courtyard.

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