The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 99 I Want to Marry You

Isolde knew very little about the Marchioness of Greystone.

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The person the Queen Mother trusted most by her side was now mostly in the palace with her. Her maiden name was Rosemary, but no one knew her family name.

She was eccentric, domineering, strong–willed, and clear–cut when it came to grudges and favors, and she was particularly protective.

If anyone were to speak ill of Princess Bourbon, she would flip the table and fall out with them on the spot.

However, when others praised her daughter, she didn’t like to hear it either. She was a person who couldn’t be influenced by either soft or hard persuasion. No one knew how her mother had ended up with such an outstanding daughter.

The Marchioness of Greystone didn’t look at her, simply drinking her tea with a cold expression.

Once the matter had come to a close, the ladies resumed sipping their tea to cover up the awkwardness of having pried into someone else’s family affairs.

Priscilla began to talk about the customs and traditions of Caelmont, and everyone listened with great interest.

When she started talking about the food, it made everyone’s appetites stir.

“My mother–in–law gained a few pounds in Caelmont, all from overindulging in food,” Priscilla finished, stifling a giggle.

Prudence chuckled while scolding her, “You impudent woman, how dare you make up such things about me?”

Though it was a playful scolding, it clearly showed the harmonious relationship between mother–in–law and daughter–in–law. It made everyone feel that the only flaw in the Duke’s estate was Matilda, the Duke of Blackmoor’s second wife.

The atmosphere gradually became livelier, with everyone sharing amusing stories they had encountered.

Isolde sat quietly beside the princess, casually nibbling on snacks and sipping the special tea that only Prudence could bring back from Caelmont.

Outside the pavilion, the gatekeeper hurriedly approached. Seeing everyone inside talking, he didn’t dare to enter and merely peeked his head in.

“What’s the matter?” Priscilla asked when she saw the gatekeeper.

The gatekeeper quickly responded, “Two people have come outside, saying they are Miss Langley’s friends from Windermount. They wanted to see Miss Langley.”

Priscilla’s face lit up with delight upon hearing this. “Since they are Isolde’s friends, bring them in quickly.”

sipped her tea, thinking about

did have many friends from there, but she also had many

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if this was a coincidence,

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she was talking with Lady Vandenberg, Rebecca,

man and woman, both around sixteen or seventeen years old, appeared. Their clothing was not extravagant,

Isolde, the young man appeared somewhat excited but refrained

you

smiled at Priscilla, “Yes. I’m Anthony Bentley. Nice to

nice to meet you!” The young

you welcome your friends? Please ask them to sit

them with a

had once fought with the neighboring village, and Anthony was

They were enemies.

stepped forward and suddenly knelt before Prudence, startling her. “What are you doing, young man? Get up!” she exclaimed.

Anthony continued to knock his head on the ground with several loud bangs, then raised his head and pleaded earnestly, “I’m Anthony, a native of Windermount, eighteen years old, comes from a family with a

face darkened. “You may leave for

Windermount. She said when she turns fifteen, she will send for

erupted in astonishment. They didn’t expect the County Princess of Cromwell to behave so disgracefully. No wonder Margaret had broken off the engagement.

shouted, “Nonsense! Get out of here! Don’t spread

kneel with me and beg your grandmother to approve our marriage. We made a lifelong vow at the matchmaker’s church, and we have already shared a bed together. We are husband and wife.”

out! Don’t let him disturb

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him and replied, “Anthony, my dear, you remember our vow at the matchmaker’s church?

struck silent with shock, Everyone

darkened, a depth in his gaze that belied his youth. “I remember. I

It was just something childish we did when we were six or seven years old. You’re such a fool to keep that in your heart. We weren’t even sleeping together, just that time we went hunting and

“Six or seven? Childish!”