By admin The Discarded Wife Became the Empress Novel Ch 7
“Tell me then–what exactly did Eleanor need to be ‘reasoned with‘ about?”
Fenric’s voice was sharp, eyes narrowing with scorn. “And who gave you the right to ‘correct‘ her? You think some lowborn busybodies like yourselves have any say over someone like her?”
Even now, facing judgment, they dared to twist the truth. Disgust flickered openly across Fenric’s
face.
“Your Majesty,” Everett finally said, seizing the moment. “Lady Eleanor may have once been of House Ravenshire, but she has since been disowned. She holds no title, no land, no standing at
court.”
He was gambling–if Eleanor could be dismissed as a disowned noblewoman with no title or claim, then the whole affair might be rebranded as a tragic misunderstanding. No heads would roll. No noble blood would be spilled. Just a quiet scandal, buried in court silence.
“How clever of you, Lord Ashford,” I said coolly, stepping out from behind the silk screen.
Behind me stood Fenric’s personal guards–and my two younger brothers, once my only family back at Wintermere Abbey.
“I suppose being ‘uninformed‘ absolves you of guilt? A simple misunderstanding, and we wipe
away your years of embezzlement, your bribery, your quiet little rise to power?”
I walked forward slowly, every step echoing across the marble floor.
No one had expected me to emerge. No one expected the guards beside me to bow in respect.
Everett’s eyes widened in disbelief.
And worse–panic.
How did I know?
He had kept his corruption buried deep–secret alliances, stolen funds. Even Lillian only knew
fragments. Yet I was spelling it out with terrifying accuracy.
Lillian, meanwhile, couldn’t stop staring at the men surrounding me–tall, sharp–featured, every
one of them loyal to Fenric and me. Jealousy flared in her eyes, but when she caught Fenric’s cold
gaze, she bit it back.
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“My Queen,” Fenric said, his voice low but commanding, “they have shamed your name through my negligence. If you wish to punish them–do it. I’ll see to the rest. Just don’t let their foolishness disturb your peace.”
I sat beside him at the high table, gazing down at the nobles who now knelt trembling on the flagstone floor, their faces drained of all color.
“She… she can’t possibly be the Queen,” one of the ladies whispered, voice tight with panic. “Surely there must be some mistake, Your Majesty. A woman with such a history… it wouldn’t be proper.”
“Wasn’t she just a friend of the Queen? A lady–in–waiting, perhaps?” another whispered.
Everett looked like he might faint.
“You speak so highly of the sanctity of the crown,” Fenric said smoothly, “yet here you are, questioning my judgment. Tell me, Lord Ashford–have the comforts of court dulled your sense of loyalty? Perhaps a year stationed at the northern garrison would help sharpen it again.”
His voice turned lethal. Then, without warning, he slammed a boot into Everett’s shoulder, sending the man sprawling to the floor.
Everett stared at me, dumbfounded. All his calculations, all his planning… not once had he imagined this. That I–the girl he humiliated–was now Queen of Ebonhold.
“This is a mistake,” Lillian stammered, struggling to compose herself. “Eleanor was struck from her family’s lineage–how could she possibly be wed into the crown? Please, Your Majesty, there must be some misunderstanding-‘
Fenric raised a hand to silence her, fury darkening his features. But I stopped him with a touch.
“It’s fine,” I said coolly. Rising from my seat, I walked to where Lillian knelt, trembling.
“Lillian,” I said softly, tilting her chin up with a single finger, “does being disinherited really matter… when one wears a crown?”
She flinched but didn’t resist. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for a way out. There
wasn’t one.
“Eleanor… how did you become Queen?” she whispered.
“Is that really what matters now?” I said, voice soft and cold. “Because from what I heard behind
that screen, your concern wasn’t with how I rose. You just wanted to convince everyone you meant
well.”
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I smiled–mocking. “Go on then. Tell me, Lillian. What exactly did you do… for my own good?”
My grip on her chin tightened.
The rest of the nobles were already begging for mercy, sobs echoing off the chamber walls. Even the Lord Chancellor’s wife had collapsed in a trembling heap, sweat beading at her brow as she pressed her forehead to the floor, whispering frantic apologies like a woman awaiting the noose.