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.

only brought Esme along. Hattie and Hazel

affairs.

led them to a side chamber. “Queen Mother will see you shortly.

you,” Isolde said.

her face. “You look better today. Oliver was so anxious when he came seeking medicine for

a pang of warmth. “I will.

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“Understood.”

the expected ten–minute wait, it was fifteen

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her attendants claimed she was unwell and had summoned an imperial physician.

and followed

clearing away tea sets when they entered. Thelma sat at the head of the room. draped in elegant robes, her expression calm

on snacks. At Isolde’s arrival, Catherine put down her treats and studied

stepped forward, kneeling. “Your Majesties, I greet you both. May you enjoy

“Your father’s funeral is settled?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

He may not have been as sharp in recent years, but once, he was a

her a glance but said nothing. Some people, no

knelt deeper. “I have come to express my gratitude for Your Majesties‘ kindness and

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

unsure how to respond to such blunt

said, waving a hand.

again and

to drink,” Catherine ordered. “Look at her, pale as a ghost. Haven’t been sleeping, have you? So tragic. Orphans are truly the

to sigh. Catherine had developed a newfound sense of compassion in recent years, but her

“Queen Mother prepared this tonic for you, Lady

you’d be coming. Drink while

Thelma gratefully.

said simply.

“What’s this about?

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