The Lady Nun Vows Revenge by Caroline Rowland

The Silent 591

"Your Highness, Your Grace." Vance Malone strode into the hall, his posture

brimming with arrogance. Yet, it seemed the commotion outside had forced him to swallow his pride and offer a proper bow

As he bent forward, his gaze lingered on Eliza, carrying a hint of insolence that

made her feat uneasy

The moment Eliza's brows furrowed slightly, Nolan, standing beside her, caught it immediately

Nolan's gaze swept over Vance, sharp and icy

In that instant, Vance felt a chill creep down his neck, as though he'd been marked by a predator

But he quickly dismissed the feeling. After all, this was the Malone family's territory

Who would dare lay a finger on him there?

"Your Highness, Your Grace, please excuse him. This is my eldest grandson, the firstborn of my son, Jefferent."

still just a child." Nolan's casual remark about him being "just a child made Vance's face switch slightly Is the Prince Regent mocking

of age, and anyone could see that. For Nolan to call him

out a cold

the brew

Jefferson's eldest

would make him

Those bloodthirsty eyes suggest he's no stranger to

Eliza mused silently.

there, she would even have to step aside for Vance. After all,

"Grandmother, my cousins and I are having a sparring match at the training grounds tonight. If His Highness and Her Grace don't mind, why not move the banquet there? Dinner and a show, wouldn't that be delightful? "Nonsense! You kids always end up drawing blood in those matches. How could we

to Nolan and Eliza. "Your Highness, Your Grace, please forgive Vance.

a faint,

equally thoughtless?" Nolan's icy tone and the oppressive aura he exuded

tense silence filled the hall, the atmosphere thick with unspoken

atmosphere. "Your Highness, this feast is far too extravagant for someone like me. It doesn't suit

wouldn't do. This meal

and not a