The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 397 Asking for Her Opinion

“The King has arrived”

A eunuch’s voice echoed from outside the door.

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Ashley’s expression stiffened. She instinctively clutched the handkerchief in her palm, lowering her gaze to hide the flicker of light in her eyes.

The King strode in. The moment Ashley caught a glimpse of that unmistakable golden robe, she rose to her feet, gracefully curtsying. “Your Majesty.”

Vivian froze for a second before quickly stepping forward, tugging lightly at Ashley’s sleeve.

A sharp buzz rang through Ashley’s head–only then did she realize her mistake

According to the etiquette Rowena had drilled into her, she was supposed to greet the King with a formal curtsy upon his arrival. However, if Thelma was present, protocol dictated that the King should first acknowledge Thelma before anyone else could offer their respects.

The King cast her a fleeting, indifferent glance before turning to pay his respects to Thelma and Catherine,

Thelma waved a hand dismissively. “Sit down. There’s no need for such formalities.”

As the King took his seat, Ashley had no choice but to step forward again and repeat her greeting. “Your Majesty.”

The King merely hummed in acknowledgment without even looking at her.

Isolde, too, had risen when the King entered, but she hadn’t moved forward to greet him. Now that Ashley had completed her curtsy, Isolde finally stepped forward.

The King regarded her with rare warmth. “You’re here. You don’t look well–make sure to rest.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty. I will” Isolde inclined her head.

“There’s no need for such formality in Queen Mother’s presence, the King said with a smile.

Isolde thanked him and took her seat.

Ashley, on the other hand, felt utterly out of place–standing was awkward, but sitting didn’t feel right either.

silence. “Why are you

let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Thelma gestured, and Judith entered with a bright smile. “Everything has been

is so biased! Every time the King comes, there’s medicinal cuisine prepared for him.

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of medicinal cuisine were brought in. The aroma filled the

if you really want

won’t take it Winter’s here, and I’ve

complaints, Catherine knew well that Thelma genuinely cared for her son. She had only been teasing, she would never actually take

and began

scene unfold, unimpressed. Thelma’s so–called kindness wasn’t anything extraordinary -just a carefully curated display of attentiveness.

remedy with a single command, and the servants would see to its preparation.

King would surely see through such an obvious act. Otherwise,

furrowed as he

with a grimace. “It’s neither sweet nor savory—just an unpleasant,

It’s only been half a month.” Thelma shut him

you’ve been complaining about stomach pain and coughing recently. This medicinal cuisine is the best for you. Haven’t you felt

it anymore. The King scowled but obediently finished his bowl. He let out a long sigh, then smirked. “If I have to drink this again, I just won’t come next

with your endless complaints.” Queen Mother huffed. “You act like the Mystic

so seriously. Catherine intervened, eager to smooth things over. She

“She won’t be

for

back–and–forth, a strange warmth lingered in the

it be

Impossible.

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related by blood. In fact,

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as Kamari’s–one the King would surely eliminate