The Lady Nun Seeks Justice (Eliza Stonor) novel Chapter 214

Chapter 214

“All in?” Nolan’s voice turned icy. Including your life?”

“Of course Isabelle smiled sweetly. “Eliza was never suited for bloodshed. But me? I can be your sharpest sword, Your Highness. For you. I

Before she could finish, a blade suddenly pierced through the side of the carriage–clean and swift–narrowly grazing her neck

A bead of cold sweat rolled down Isabelle’s forehead.

Outside. Nolan calmly withdrew his sword “I have plenty of swords,” he said flatly. “I don’t need one like you. And next time you compare yourself to Serenity, I won’t miss.

With that, he mounted his horse and gave a cool glance toward the carriage. “Burn it,” he ordered.

“Yes. Your Highness, Ross replied without hesitation.

Thus ended Isabelle’s first grand seduction attempt–kicked out of the carriage by Ross, and her opulent coach dragged off and set ablaze.

Isabelle was fuming. Humiliation simmered in her chest like acid, though she’d somewhat prepared herself for failure. She just hadn’t expected to be dismissed quite so thoroughly.

Still, she thought, if Nolan had been that easy to seduce, she would’ve lost all interest in him

He was, after all, the Prince Regent. The man feared and revered across the land. There had always been whispers about his deep disdain for women’s advances–yet Eliza was the lone exception.

Some claimed he only protected her because it was royal decree, because she was the Holy Lady. But Isabelle didn’t buy that. Once she’d steadied her mood, she turned to her returning maid, Aria Hogan, and asked, “So? Did anything happen at the banquet after I left?”

She’d left early to prepare for Nolan, leaving Aria behind with her father to observe until the end of the feast,

Aria chuckled. “You left too soon. You missed one hell of a sh

show.

Aria smiled slyly. “The King chose Sophie. Declared it in front of the whole court–he wants her as a royal consort. She’s been placed in the Empress Dowager’s palace to begin training

At first, Isabelle was stunned. A royal consort? For Sophie?

All that wide–eyed, trembling innocence must’ve paid off somehow.

But the moment Aria mentioned Sophie staying behind to “learn the rules,” Isabelle’s instinct kicked in

“She didn’t even speak to Gabriel or the others afterward. Just rushed off with the Empress Dowager, Aria added.

the time comes, all it’ll take is one sentence–She’s too slow, unfit for the role–and just like that, Sophie becomes the joke

of Hasen City”