The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 10 Just the Beginning

Isolde was destined for a life of adoration, yet she became an orphan forgotten by all.

“Take me back to Windermount,” Isolde said soft gone. I’m perfectly fine in Windermount.”

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turning her pale face toward him. “You won’t fret if I’m

“Don’t be absurd. I would never send you back there, replied Geoffrey, his tone torn. For years, he had resented her, but now, seeing her face–so much like her mother’s without the mask of powder–his anger.

ebbed.

Her last words before she collapsed had cut through him like a blade.

Tears spilled from Isolde’s eyes. “In Windermount, I kept chickens, goats, thirteen cows, and five grand horses. There was the wet nurse, Helena, the flowers, my garden, fields of wheat and barley. I could ride, fence, drink… I loved the manor. Leaving broke my heart. But then the butler came. He said you missed me, that you wanted me near because you were growing old…”

She had meant to feign emotion, yet found herself baring the truth. It had always been this way, even in her past life.

She had never let go of the bond with her father. Otherwise, she would not have been so easily swayed in her last life by Matilda and Mary, who promised that pleasing him was the way to win his love.

Especially now–especially as someone who had once been a mother herself.

A quiet sigh slipped from her lips as her gaze wandered to the patterns on the canopy above. “I returned… only to realize the steward lied.”

The words were biting, but beneath the bitterness lay an unshakable sorrow.

Geoffrey was shaken but kept his face stoic. Only moments ago, he had stood outside her door, listening to her anguished cries in her nightmares. He had never known

“I’ve sent the Marshal of Brackenfell to the palace,” he said, his voice firm. “The royal physician will provide medicine for your injuries. As for Helena’s claim that Mary poisoned you, I will see to it personally.”

Isolde lay still, her expression blank, as though none of it mattered.

For the first time, she caught a flicker of pity in her father’s eyes–something she had never seen in her previous life. But if family love was earned only through agony and schemes, she wanted no part of it.

eyes, catching the faintest sigh from

Geoffrey asked

anger would only deepen his guilt, ensuring he saw her as the victim

Mary had poisoned her, the

would be more than Justice. It would establish

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only emboldened enemies. A swift, ruthless blow was what

heard him

was never one for cunning plans. In Windermount, she believed

but she was forced to feign weakness. If I had even a single

Milton in the poisoning. But his sudden return with Oliver made the plot

and present tangled in her mind, stirring hatred so deep her vision

her throat; she coughed it out

faint sweetness lingered on her tongue.

opened her eyes to find Helena’s worried face hovering

awake!” Helena exclaimed

fell over Isolde Langley. She glanced up and met the cold, stern features of Oliver.

up and saw a slightly cold face, It was Oliver Valois.

he asked, his voice as

composed smile playing on her lips as she regarded his icy demeanor. “I heard you went to the palace to request the Consumption

rumored to have been personally

It was my duty,” Oliver replied, his

for Helena to help her sit up.

his unreadable eyes as deep as a still lake. “Since you’re well, I’ll take my leave.” Without another word, he turned and left.

his thoughts lingered on what he had seen earlier. Before Milton struck, Isolde had deliberately feinted, baiting him into revealing his full strength. She had allowed herself to be hit- calculated, intentional,

machinations. He had no patience for court

figure disappear beyond the curtai. Isolde exhaled softly, then turned to Helena “What’s happening

a soft cushion behind her back before answering. “After you fainted, the Duke was furious. He

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