The Devil's Son and His Fated Bride

Chapter 147: Did you know?



Aunt Everin was the first to rush to Ren, swift and flustered like a bird returning to its long-lost nest. She clasped Ren tightly, inhaling her scent as though trying to memorize it again. "My love, I’ve missed you so much," she breathed, her voice trembling with emotion.

Kai stood still, momentarily taken aback. This was Princess Everin, that regal, poised person, and now undone by affection. He had no idea the woman held such deep love for his wife. His lips twitched into a faint, knowing smile. He was glad. Ren had powerful allies and loyal ones. This woman, second only to the King in influence among the human royals, was proof of that.

Ren wrapped her arms around her beloved aunt’s familiar, comforting figure. "I’ve missed you too, Aunt Eve. How have you been?"

"Well, my knees are aching," she replied with a soft laugh, her eyes glistening.

The King exchanged greetings with Kai. Both men wore polite tones that didn’t quite reach their ears, they looked more smug, composed, and unmistakably strained. It was clear to anyone watching: they were merely tolerating each other.

The King turned to wait for Ren.

Her face remained unreadable as she stepped forward, calm and detached. When she halted before him, she offered a restrained midbow. No warmth softened her features, and no flicker of sentiment crossed her gaze. If he had hoped for a tender reunion, he would be disappointed. After all, he was the one who owed her an apology, and she had no plans to make it easy for him.

"Your Highness," she said, her tone respectful yet distant. "I hope you’ve been well."

The formality in her voice was deliberate, impeccable manners, yet devoid of affection. She would not pretend she was glad to see him.

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