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.

Catherine who finally broke the silence. “Why are you just standing there? Sit down.”

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

with a bright

Judith a playful glare. “The Mystic Palace is so biased! Every time the King comes, there’s

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Mother said

What good is healthy if it’s not carry? Catherine grumbled under

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brought

you really want it. Fll give

a filial son! But no, I won’t take it Winter’s here, and I’ve already pine weigh This was made for you by Thelma–you should have it.”

for her son. She had only been teasing, she would never actually take

King amiled and began

Thelma’s so–called kindness wasn’t anything extraordinary -just a carefully

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

were not particularly clever. The King would surely see through such an obvious act. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have casually suggested giving his

Ashley watched, the King’s expression subtly changed–his brows furrowed as he ate.

the King said, setting down his bowl with a grimace. “It’s neither sweet nor savory—just

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

coughing recently. This

bowl. He let out a long sigh, then smirked. “If I have

huffed. “You act like the Mystic Palace exists solely to serve you. If you’re going to be so picky, then don’t bother

take him so seriously. Catherine intervened, eager to smooth things over. She shot the King a

grinned. “She won’t be mad

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back–and–forth, a strange warmth lingered

it be genuine?

Impossible.

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Thelma weren’t related by blood. In fact, Thelma’s very existence

No

such a looming danger.

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