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.

finally broke the silence. “Why

out a quiet sigh of relief. “Thank you, Queen Mother.”

entered with a bright

Every time the King comes, there’s medicinal cuisine prepared for him. I’ve

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of medicinal cuisine were brought in. The aroma filled the

“Mother, if you really

and I’ve already pine weigh This was made for you by

that Thelma genuinely cared for her son. She

and began eating

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

physicians could prescribe a remedy with a single command, and the servants would see to its preparation. What was the effon in that Yet,

her little schemes, certainly, but her methods were not particularly clever. The King would surely see through such an obvious act. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have casually suggested giving

King’s expression subtly changed–his brows furrowed as he ate. Clearly,

time I’m having this, the King said, setting down his bowl with a grimace. “It’s neither sweet nor savory—just an unpleasant, awkward taste.

for discussion. You’re drinking this for a month. It’s only been half a

This medicinal cuisine is

And now that I feel better, I don’t need it anymore. The King scowled but obediently finished his bowl. He let out a long sigh, then smirked. “If I

the headache of dealing with your endless complaints.” Queen Mother huffed. “You act like the Mystic Palace exists solely to serve you. If you’re going to

don’t take him so seriously. Catherine intervened, eager to smooth things over. She shot the King a

won’t

Asking for

a strange warmth

it be

Impossible.

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related by blood. In fact, Thelma’s very existence was a threat to

No

could tolerate such a looming

presence was as much a threat as Kamari’s–one the King would surely eliminate if given the