“Your Highness, Your Grace.” Vance Malone strode into the hall, his posture brimming with arrogance. Yet, it seemed the commotion outside had forced him to swallow his pride and offer a proper bow
As he bent forward, his gaze lingered on Eliza, carrying a hint of insolence that made her feat uneasy
The moment Eliza’s brows furrowed slightly, Nolan, standing beside her, caught it immediately
Nolan’s gaze swept over Vance, sharp and icy
In that instant, Vance felt a chill creep down his neck, as though he’d been marked by a predator
But he quickly dismissed the feeling. After all, this was the Malone family’s territory
Who would dare lay a finger on him there?
“Your Highness, Your Grace, please excuse him. This is my eldest grandson, the firstborn of my son, Jefferent.”
“It’s alright. He’s still just a child.” Nolan’s casual remark about him being “just a child made Vance’s face switch slightly Is the Prince Regent mocking me? Vance thought.
He was clearly of age, and anyone could see that. For Nolan to call him a child, it was either an insult or blatant condescension!
Vance let out a cold sneer in his heart.
Meanwhile, Eliza sipped her coffee leisurely, the brew already checked by Vexara, her thoughts wandering
‘Vance is Jefferson’s eldest son?
‘That would make him Louisa’s older brother.
‘No wonder he feels so unsettling. Those bloodthirsty eyes suggest he’s no stranger to killing. He might even be as unhinged as Louisa.”
Eliza mused silently.
Vance suggested, “Grandmother, my cousins and I are having a sparring match at the training grounds tonight. If His Highness and Her Grace don’t mind, why not move the banquet there? Dinner and a show, wouldn’t that be delightful? “Nonsense! You kids always end up drawing blood in those matches. How could we let His Highness and Her Grace witness such chaos? It would surely ruin their appetite and offend their sensibilities.” Sariyah feigned a scolding tone as she addressed Vance.
“If the young are reckless, does that mean the elders are equally thoughtless?” Nolan’s icy tone and the oppressive aura he exuded instantly froze Sariyah’s smile in place, leaving her visibly shaken.
Eliza gently set down her coffee cup, her voice calm but firm as she broke the increasingly tense atmosphere. “Your Highness, this feast is far too extravagant for someone like me. It doesn’t suit my taste. I’ll pass.”
Pass? That wouldn’t do. This meal was carefully prepared.
Just as Sariyah was about to speak, Nolan let out a cold snort, his tone sharp and cutting. “A table full of meat dishes? No wonder the Holy Lady has no appetite. Is this your way of showing disrespect to her?”
It was only then that Sariyah realized Eliza was a vegan. She quickly forced a smile and said, “Ah, it was my oversight. I’ll have someone prepare a proper vegetarian meal for Your Grace right away…”
“No need.” Eliza interrupted her, her tone stead Successfully unlocked! But Lady Sariyah, surely you know the saying, ‘Y…
a minor oversight–nothing w
ssing over.
1000 it too, but not with your words. Next time, it’s better to discipline your family in private. Saying the wrong thing in front of us might bring trouble to your house.* Sariyah’s brows furrowed slightly.
592.Chapter 592
592.Chapter 592
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