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Chapter 204 - 204 What a Disgrace!

Chapter 204: What a Disgrace!

Chapter 204: What a Disgrace!

Bora “…” Others “…” The entire courtyard seemed to freeze.

Bora’s lips parted.

“…I—” “You said that like you expected me to suddenly care.” His voice was calm, but there was an edge beneath it, smooth and cutting.

“Like you expected me to change my mind.” The crowd collectively held their breath.

Carl’s gaze flickered over them, slow and deliberate.

“Is that what you were hoping for?” Bora swallowed, struggling to keep her expression composed.

“I only meant to ensure you were informed—” Carl cut her off.

“I don’t need you to inform me about things I already know.” Silence.

He knew.

Carl already knew, and yet, he still stood there, next to Nnenna, completely unaffected.

A second wave of pure shock rippled through the crowd.

It was one thing for Prince Carl to remain unaffected by the revelation of Nnenna’s adoption.

But to act like it didn’t even matter?

To treat her the same as before, as if her bloodline was irrelevant?

Now, they were furious.

Whispers turned into murmurs.

Murmurs turned into angry mutterings.

Bora’s face was a picture of disbelief and barely concealed rage.

She clenched her fists, taking a shaky breath before forcing out, “But Prince Carl!

She is not of royal blood!

She is not qualified to be your queen!” She almost screamed the words, desperation leaking into her voice.

Carl blinked at her, tilting his head slightly, as if… confused.

Who said anything about making Nnenna his queen?

He hadn’t once implied such a thing.

Inside his mind, he scoffed.

Was that what these people were all thinking?

That he was planning to marry Nnenna?

How ridiculous.

The reason he had stepped in, the reason he had spoken up for her at all, was because of his own plans.

He had no interest in making her his queen.

He wanted to adopt her.

To bring her into his family as his younger sister.

His parents had always wanted a daughter, one of their greatest regrets was never having one.

He had seen the longing in their eyes, the way his mother would watch young princesses with a wistful smile.

They had everything, power, wealth, lands that stretched far beyond the reach of most kingdoms.

But they had no daughter until they died leaving him as the only surviving member of their family.

And now, here was Nnenna.

A girl strong enough to stand against true born royals, intelligent enough to navigate politics despite being underestimated, and stubborn enough to survive even when the world pushed her down.

She would be perfect.

But now, seeing the way the entire crowd was seething at the mere thought of him favoring her, Carl had to wonder, should he bring his plans forward?

He had intended to wait.

To let things settle first.

But these fools… They were treating her as if she was worth nothing.

As if she didn’t even deserve to stand in their presence.

Carl’s jaw tensed slightly.

If they kept this up, they might just push him to act sooner than he originally planned.

He let out a quiet breath and glanced at Nnenna, who still looked utterly shocked.

She probably thought he was only here because of Somto.

She had no idea what he was really thinking.

That was fine.

For now.

Carl remained silent for a moment, weighing his next words carefully.

If he openly declared his true intentions, to adopt Nnenna as his younger sister, he knew it would only give her enemies another reason to look down on her.

An adopted princess, no matter how noble the kingdom, would never command the same respect as a future queen.

But if they believed she was to be his queen…

Then they wouldn’t dare mock her.

Not even in private.

Because the punishment for disrespecting a future queen, his queen, would be severe.

So he let them assume.

And when the shrewd looking princess from Dixan, Princess Bora, loudly declared Nnenna’s status as an adopted daughter, as if that single fact should strip her of Carl’s attention, he simply looked at her.

Unimpressed.

“I don’t remember asking for your opinion, miss…” Carl’s voice was slow, deliberate, but then he paused.

Because now that he thought about it, who was she?

His sharp blue eyes flicked over her, taking in the way she carried herself, the near hysterical edge to her voice, the way she had spoken so boldly without invitation.

For all he knew, she was a personal maid to one of the princesses.

That assumption alone was enough to make the blood drain from Bora’s face as Carl turned his head slightly and called out “Whose maid is this?” Silence.

“Come take her away from my presence and teach her how to behave, or my guards will.” As his spoke, one of his guards took a single step forward.

He was tall, towering, even, with a face like carved stone and a hand already resting on the hilt of his blade.

A warning.

Princess Bora: “…” Others: “…” Maid?!

In what world did she look like a maid?!

She was dressed like a princess!

She was a princess!

Then why, why, had Prince Carl mistaken her for a servant?

The weight of his words crushed her, suffocating and unbearable.

And then Laughter.

Soft at first.

A few hushed whispers.

Then more.

Then louder.

People pointed at her, their barely contained snickers breaking through the initial shock.

“Does she really look like a maid?” “With the way she was acting, maybe…” “What a disgrace…” Bora felt the blood drain from her face.

She turned, desperate for support, but even her own family looked at her with open disapproval.

They had backed her before, when they thought she was helping their standing.

But now?

Now she had become an embarrassment.

She had made a fool of herself.

She could feel the distance growing between her and everyone around her.

Even those who had stood by her side moments ago were subtly stepping away, like her shame was contagious.

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