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Chapter 202: Unable to Help Chapter 202: Unable to Help “What a joke.

The hunt is a tradition for true royalty, for those born into nobility.

She doesn’t even qualify to stand among us, let alone ride beside us!” More voices chimed in, nodding and murmuring their agreement.

“She should just leave before she embarrasses herself further,” a high ranking noblewoman declared.

“The longer she stays, the worse this humiliation will become.” “If I were her, I would disappear in shame,” another said with a cold smirk.

“But I suppose someone so shameless doesn’t even understand when she is unwelcome.” All the while, Nnenna stood still, letting their words wash over her like waves crashing against an unyielding rock.

Her fingers curled slightly at her sides, but her face remained unreadable.

She would not run.

She would not bow.

She would not give them the satisfaction of seeing her break.

Prince Ankhbayar tensed, his hands clenched into fists as he prepared to step forward and defend Nnenna.

But before he could take a single step, a firm hand gripped his arm, pulling him back.

“Be wise, son,” King Altan’s deep voice rumbled in his ear, low but filled with authority.

“You are the First Prince of Roxurun.

There is no way you are marrying an adopted daughter.

Change your perspective and think harder.

This is not a decision to be made based on emotions.” Ankhbayar’s jaw tightened.

He turned to face his father, frustration burning in his chest.

“Father, she is not a bad person.

Among everyone here, she is the most qualified to be a royal, even more than some of the so called ‘true born’ princesses.” His voice was steady, but his eyes burned with defiance.

King Altan’s gaze darkened, but his grip did not loosen.

“She was not born into royalty.

That alone makes all the difference.

No matter how skilled she is, no matter how graceful, she is still an outsider.

You must understand this, Ankhbayar.

The world will never see her as one of us.” Ankhbayar exhaled sharply.

“So what?

That doesn’t make her a commoner.

It doesn’t make her anything less.

If her own family favors her, why should we be the ones to isolate her?” His voice grew sharper, frustration slipping through.

King Altan’s expression hardened.

“Because blood matters.

Because lineage matters.

If you entangle yourself with her, you will make yourself a fool in the eyes of every kingdom present.

We already made one mistake in not knowing who she was.

I will not allow you to make another.” “I am not looking to marry her,” Ankhbayar shot back, his voice rising slightly.

“How many times do I have to say it?

She is my friend, not someone I approach with ulterior motives!” His father’s grip finally released, but his stare remained cold.

“Then be careful how you act, because the world does not care about your intentions.

They will only see what they wish to see.” Ankhbayar clenched his jaw, forcing himself to remain silent.

He wanted to argue, to defend Nnenna with every fiber of his being, but he knew his father.

King Altan would not be swayed so easily.

With a deep breath, he turned his gaze back toward the crowd, where Nnenna stood alone, bearing the weight of their judgment.

His fists tightened again.

“This is why you still have a lot to learn before you become king,” King Altan snapped further, his voice cold and firm.

“You still think marriage is about love?

Friendship first?

Getting to know your partner?

You’re joking, Ankhbayar.

That is not how royal alliances work.” Ankhbayar’s fists clenched, but he stayed silent, his father’s words cutting deeper than he wanted to admit.

“Even if she is favored by her family, it does not change the fact that she is an adopted daughter.

And an adopted daughter will never be a true daughter,” King Altan continued, his sharp gaze unwavering.

“When things go wrong, if for any reason alliances are tested, let’s say, for example, Haran marries the real daughter, and you marry the adopted one, do you know what will happen?” He didn’t wait for a response.

“When they need help, Haran will be the first to receive it, not yours.

The real daughter will always come first.

You will always be second.

And no kingdom can afford to be second in line for anything.” Ankhbayar’s teeth ground together.

“That’s an assumption,” he said tightly.

“That’s reality,” his father corrected sharply.

“Come out of your wishful thinking and give up that friendship of yours immediately.” With that, he gestured toward his guards.

They stepped forward instantly, understanding the silent command, to keep the prince in check and ensure he did not do anything reckless.

Ankhbayar’s chest tightened as his father turned away, the discussion now closed.

His hands trembled with frustration, but there was nothing he could do.

And so, Nnenna stood alone, enduring the heavy weight of their judgment.

The whispers grew louder.

“She really thought she could be one of us.” “How pathetic.

She should have just stayed in the orphanage.” “Does she not realize how humiliating this is?

She doesn’t belong here.” The words struck like arrows, each one sinking deeper into her heart.

She thought she had already come to terms with her adoption.

She thought she had accepted that she was different.

But this, this was something else entirely.

Now that everyone knew the truth, she was more alone than ever.

And for the first time, a terrifying thought crossed her mind.

Maybe they were right.

Maybe she never really belonged here in the first place.

Just as Nnenna was about to turn and retreat to her room, away from the whispers, the glares, and the suffocating weight of rejection, a familiar voice rang through the air.

“Wow, things are very lively here,” the voice drawled with amusement.

“And here I was, thinking I was running a little late.

Turns out, I arrived just in time…

and to something huge, too.” A hush fell over the crowd.

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