By admin The Discarded Wife Became the Empress Novel Ch 5
A voice sliced through the air–icy, hoarse, and laced with something darker. Something that made the back of my neck prickle.
“Untie her. Fetch the royal physician.”
Prince Fenric’s gaze fell on me, filled with something utterly unexpected–pity.
The crowd went still. They hadn’t expected this. Whispers flared like sparks in a dry forest.
Why would the heir to the throne look at me like that?
Even Everett, long–seasoned in courtly maneuvering, faltered. He opened his mouth to accuse me -but the words died in his throat. He remembered what I’d said earlier, and unease bloomed in his
eyes.
Lillian, who’d been so smug only moments before, shrank behind him like a frightened lamb. “My lord… I’m scared.”
“She’s probably just a friend of the princess,” someone muttered. “No need to panic.”
“Exactly. The Crown Prince adores his betrothed. If this girl is close to her, it makes sense he’d show a bit of concern. A courtesy, nothing more.”
“Besides, even if they’re friends, that doesn’t mean the prince would punish us all for dealing with
a commoner.”
The other noblewomen nodded, relieved. Just moments ago they had all taken turns humiliating me, hoping to gain favor with House Ashford. Now, some of them looked nervously toward the exit.
But Prince Fenric didn’t acknowledge them.
He simply watched as the physician cleaned my wounds and applied a fresh salve. Then, wordlessly,
he lifted me into his arms and carried me into the chamber.
The banquet was canceled.
The crowd dispersed in uneasy silence. Some could barely stand as they left, legs trembling from the adrenaline. They assumed it would all blow over–that the strange interruption would be buried beneath palace gossip by morning.
Back at House Ashford, Lillian wrung her hands. “Why would Prince Fenric call off the banquet just
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because Eleanor was injured? Could she truly be the princess?”
Lord Everett frowned. “No. She’s not.”
“She was already disowned. There’s no way she clawed her way into royalty. At best, she’s a friend of the princess, nothing more. He likely canceled the banquet as a warning to stay clear of her. We shouldn’t concern ourselves with it.‘
He seemed reassured by his own logic, convinced that the matter wouldn’t escalate. But something about it gnawed at him.
Lillian nodded, but her eyes still burned with frustration.
She had everything now–status, wealth, power–and thought she’d finally risen above me. She’d been ready to break me, to drive me to ruin… and yet here I was, protected by none other than the Crown Prince himself.
She hadn’t planned for that. But the look in her eyes said it all–next time, she’d make damn sure I didn’t walk away.
Prince Fenric sat by my side, dabbing the sweat from my brow with a cool cloth, his eyes full of worry.
“Don’t be afraid,” he murmured. “The moment I wear the crown, I’ll make them pay–for every bruise, every scar. One by one. ”
“No,” I rasped. “You know me.”
His eyes flickered, sharp with alarm.
“In three days, I want to kill them myself.”
I could barely speak, but I refused to let him carry the weight alone. When we were ambushed on our way back to Ebonhold, I had shielded him, taken the blade meant for him. My wounds had barely begun to heal before Everett and the others tore them open again.
Now, I had three days to rest. Just enough time to get strong enough to strike.
The calm before the storm is always the most deceiving.
Let them enjoy these last few days of peace.
“I should be the one to do it,” Fenric muttered, jaw tight. “Avenge you–that’s all I’ve wanted. It’s
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why I agreed to the crown.”
His voice broke. He hated that I wouldn’t let him act.
I reached
up and brushed his cheek. “You gave me back my dignity. My future. That’s enough.”
“It’s not,” he whispered.
“Fenric, let me have this,” I said. “Let me end it with my own hands.
He sighed, but relented. “Fine. I won’t fight you on that.”
”
“Those two,” I added, eyes darkening. “They don’t deserve a swift end.”
He didn’t ask who I meant.
He already knew.
“I want them to suffer. To beg for mercy they’ll never receive.” I clenched my fists, my plan already taking shape.
And this time, I wouldn’t miss.