The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 395 Embarrassing Words.

Nicole blushed. “Stop it. There’s nothing certain yet—you’re getting ahead of yourself.”

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Isolde smiled. “Tomorrow, when I enter the palace for my audience with Queen Mother, I’ll bring it up the princess.

Nicole’s emotions wavered between excitement and anxiety.

It wasn’t that she thought too lowly of herself, but given her family–her disgraceful parents and her brother’s reputation–who in Argentum’s noble circles would take her seriously?

Yet still… she couldn’t help but hope.

The next morning. Isolde woke early.

with

“You could sleep in a little longer. Esme urged. “Queen Mother has other consorts to receive first. You won’t need to be there immediately.”

“I couldn’t sleep anyway.” Isolde admitted.

She hadn’t rested well–her dreams had been muddled, and her mind was restless.

Noelle prepared warm water for her to wash, while Esme applied a light powder to mask the dark circles beneath her eyes.

“How does your chest feel today?” Esme asked.

“Better. Oliver left me medicine. I took one last night and woke up feeling less suffocated.”

“Good. Take another after breakfast,” Esme instructed.

Isolde chuckled. This medicine is rare. I shouldn’t waste it.

“Your health is more important. If we need more, we’ll find a way,” Esme said firmly.

“Fine, fine. I’ll take another dose.”

After breakfast, Isolde swallowed another pill before setting off.

to the palace, she only brought Esme along. Hattie and Hazel remained at the estate to manage

affairs.

“Queen Mother will see you shortly. The consorts

you,” Isolde said.

so anxious when he came seeking medicine for you–Queen Mother was

warmth. “I will. Thank

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“Understood.”

the expected ten–minute wait, it was fifteen before she

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Rowena explained, but her attendants claimed she was unwell and had summoned an imperial physician. She will arrive later. The other consorts have now left.

followed her inside.

when they entered. Thelma sat at the head of the room. draped in elegant robes, her expression calm yet

her, Queen Catherine was nibbling on snacks. At Isolde’s arrival, Catherine

forward, kneeling. “Your Majesties, I greet you

“Your father’s funeral

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

as sharp in recent years, but

but said nothing. Some people, no matter

my gratitude for

cold. And oh, you poor thing–no parents left, and your husband is an orphan as well. Truly, you two

how to respond

down,” Catherine said,

and

pale as a ghost. Haven’t been

of compassion in recent years, but her words had yet to catch up with

approached with a steaming bowl. “Queen Mother prepared this tonic for you, Lady Isolde.

knowing you’d be coming. Drink while it’s

looked at Thelma gratefully. “Thank

said

this about?

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