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Chapter 139 Chapter 139 Deacon's POV Standing upright with my hands clasped behind my back, paced the length of the corridor outside the palace's eastern wing. From here, I could hear the faint echoes of music and laughter from my aunt's birthday banquet. But I couldn't hear it well enough to distinguish whether it was a laugh of enjoyment or ridicule.

I was restless.

My combat boots hit the polished marble of the hallway with an echo as I paced around the hallway, the long black coat that draped overand was barely shieldingfrom the palace's cold evening breeze.

I had every intention of staying in my office tonight, busying myself with work and waiting for spassing attendant to inforhow the evening went for Elena, but my worry keptfrom working.

And the moment I heard she had accepted the invitation and cto the palace, I couldn't sit still.

So before I knew it, here I was, stalking the corridor like a warrior in hostile territory.

She had been in there far too long already.

Ltrust her-truly, I did. Elena had fought battles, led warriors, endured trials most nobles couldn't even imagine in their worst nightmares. But this... this wasn't a battlefield you could conquer with a sword. This was something crueller-where words were blades and smiles were poison Those socialite women knew how to kill without leaving blood behind.

Damn it.

A quiet curse left my lips as I clenched my jaw. The thought of her alone there, surrounded by whispering noblewomen, my mother, my aunt-the Grand Princess-gnawed at my composure.

"Your Highness," Tyson said carefully from where he leaned against the stone pillar behind me, "you've been out here for half an hour already. People are beginning to whisper." "Let them," I replied curtly, not even glancing his way. "I don't care what they say." He straightened and moved into my path, halting my steps. "You're worried about Princess Elena." I let out a sharp breath. "Of course I'm worried. Do you think I don't know how they treat people like her there? Divorced. Once shamed. Now on the rise again. That alone threatens their delicate egos.".

He didn't speak, but the silence between us was enough. I ran a hand down my face and added, "My mother. The Grand Princess. Bryson's family... That party is like a lion's den." "The men at the banquet won't be a problem," Tyson said, offering a slight shrug. "I overheard a few of them before. They only had praise for her. Most are just jealous of you for winning someone like her." A humourless chuckle escaped me. "Of course they are. Elena is twice the person most of them will ever be. But it's not the men I'm worried about." I gave him a sideways glance. "It's the women. Status-obsessed wolves in pearls." He hesitated, then asked, "Do you wantto check on her?" I considered it... But the idea of waiting even another minute grated on my nerves. Besides, Elena's an independent woman. I didn't want to seem overbearing and be hated by her if she sawsending someone to spy on her.

1/3 Chapter 139 "No," I said, shaking my head as my worry intensified. "I'm done waiting." With a quick turn, I marched down the corridor toward the banquet hall. Tyson followed a few paces behind, but I could hear the nervous shift in his steps. We had barely rounded the corner when he stopped suddenly.

"There she is," he muttered.

And there she was.

Elena emerged from the event hall like a queen returning from battle. Her elegant dress shimmered with every step, her posture regal, her expression unbothered- as if the venomous words and judgmental eyes hadn't even grazed her. I froze for a heartbeat, just staring.

She looked radiant.

A slow exhale slipped from my lips. "She did it." Tyson chuckled beside me, awed. "Princess Elena is really astonishing. I don't think there's anyone who can beat her at anything." I smiled, warmth and pride stirring in my chest. "After everything she's been through... no one on this earth can beat her anymore." With a nod of farewell, I dismissed him silently. He gavea sly, knowing grin before bowing and walking off." Best of luck, Prince Deacon." I moved forward and met her halfway down the hallway. She turned her head at my approach, her eyes lighting up a little when she saw me.

"How was the party?" I asked softly.

She rolled her eyes, exhaling a laugh through her nose. "It was... okay." I arched a brow. "That doesn't sound convincing." Sighing, she shook her head. "This palace is full of ." That earned a small laugh from me. "Tellsomething I don't know."

For a few moments, we stood there, just the two of us, the tensiom easing I with our quiet/exchange. Then I offered her my arm. "Walk with me?" She hesitated, just for a moment, before her hand slipped into the crook of my elbow. "Gladly."

We strolled away from the main hall, deeper into the palace grounds, m toward my private wing. As w@ M ve passed the quiet courtyards and stone corridors, Elena paused-her eyes widening when we stepped into the candlelit garden patio. A small table was set with silver trays, warm food under domes, wine glasses filled, and candles flickering gently between bouquets of moonlilies.

"I thought we were just going for a walk," she said, surprisedly blinking.

I shrugged and stepped forward, pulling her chair out for her. "I figured you didn't eat at the party." She laughed softly, her eyes warm as she took her seat. "As always, you guessed right."

I sat across from her and poured the wine. As we clinked glasses and m settled into a meal away from the chaos, the 2/3 Chapter 139 tension melted further.