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.

brought Esme along. Hattie and Hazel

affairs.

side chamber. “Queen

you,” Isolde said.

anxious when he came seeking

pang of warmth. “I will. Thank

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“Understood.”

out, but instead of the expected ten–minute wait, it was

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was meant to come pay respects this morning as well. 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. Queen

and followed her inside.

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

was nibbling on snacks. At Isolde’s arrival,

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

softened. “Your father’s funeral

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

may not have been as sharp in recent years, but

but said nothing. Some people, no matter how often corrected,

come to express my gratitude for

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

respond to such blunt

Catherine said, waving a

again and

“Look at her, pale as a ghost. Haven’t been sleeping, have you?

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

Mother prepared this tonic for you, Lady Isolde.

morning, knowing you’d be coming.

at Thelma gratefully.

said

leaned forward. “What’s this about? Are you ill?”

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