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Chapter 215 - 215 Unwanted Engagements

Chapter 215: Unwanted Engagements Chapter 215: Unwanted Engagements “Does she really think staying silent will make the truth disappear?” A few other nobles chuckled, nodding in agreement.

But not everyone was enjoying the moment.

Anya, standing at the side, watched the scene unfold with a frown.

Unlike the others, she wasn’t celebrating Nnenna’s supposed downfall.

She knew what it was like to lose something, or someone, you desperately wanted.

Even though she had once been confident in her position, it was clear that Arthur had been drawn to Nnenna instead.

And now, Arthur was gone, having vanished without a word in the past few days.

His absence left an aching emptiness in her heart, a reminder that her chance had slipped away.

So, as she looked at Nnenna standing there, surrounded by people waiting for her to fail, she couldn’t bring herself to feel joy.

If anything, she pitied her.

Across the room, Queen Chioma’s eyes narrowed.

He believed that Nnenna had scored poorly.

“This is wasting time,” she said impatiently.

“If you’ve seen your score, say it now, or we’ll assume the worst.” “Fine.

Since you all insist,” Nnenna said, a slow smirk creeping onto her face.

She turned the screen toward her father.

The moment his eyes landed on the score, his entire body stiffened.

His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out.

The Queen had to subtly nudge him before he snapped back to reality, clearing his throat.

“My friends,” King Ikechukwu finally announced, his voice carrying through the now silent hall.

“My daughter, the Second Princess of Lionara, has scored 1,400 out of 1,500 and has been admitted into Royal College to study medicine.” A wave of stunned silence washed over the hall.

Ebere “..!!!” Others “…” The nobles, the other royals, everyone who had been eagerly waiting for her downfall, stood frozen, their thoughts scrambling to make sense of what they had just heard.

1,400?

Not just a high score, one of the highest scores in the entire continent.

It felt as if they had prepared their weapons, aimed carefully, and then fired, only to realize too late that they had shot themselves instead.

The people who had been waiting to mock her suddenly found themselves drowning in humiliation.

Ebere felt like digging a hole and hiding inside it for a year or more.

Once again, Nnenna has overshadowed her but she gave her the opportunity to do so this time.

Bora’s nails dug into her palms as she forced a smile.

This… this is impossible!

she screamed internally.

How can she be this good at everything?!

Chimeg, who had once ridiculed Nnenna for not being “royal enough,” clenched his jaw.

His plan had backfired in the worst way possible.

Now, not only was she a skilled fighter and dancer, but she had also surpassed every academic expectation.

Cha, could only stare blankly.

She had expected Nnenna to fail, to finally have a weakness exposed.

But instead… she had dominated in every way.

Then, as if a switch had been flipped, the nobles and royals snapped out of their shock and quickly forced smiles onto their faces.

“Ah, of course!

A princess of Lionara cannot be ordinary!” someone declared with fake enthusiasm.

“Congratulations, Your Highness,” another noble chimed in, bowing slightly.

“Truly, King Ikechukwu, you are favored by God!” One by one, the hypocritical praises poured in, their voices layered with forced admiration and underlying resentment.

Nnenna, however, simply smiled, fully aware of their insincerity.

They had tried to humiliate her, but instead, she had risen above them all.

The murmurs in the grand hall gradually died down as King Ikechukwu stepped onto the stage, his regal presence commanding attention.

The anticipation in the air was thick, everyone knew that whatever he was about to say would shift the dynamics among the royals.

King Seungho sat up straighter, his sharp eyes locked onto the man on stage.

He knew about what was coming.

On the other hand, King Vladimir of Haran barely concealed his displeasure, his jaw tightening as he watched.

He, too, knew of what was coming, and it infuriated him.

But also pacificied him at the same time.

King Ikechukwu stood tall on the grand stage, his regal presence commanding silence.

The ball had been splendid, but now, as the night neared its end, this was what everyone had been waiting for.

Eyes gleamed with expectation, some with hope, others with dread.

The air was thick, not just with the scent of perfumed silks and exotic wines, but with anticipation that could either break or fortify alliances.

With a calm, authoritative voice, the king spoke.

“Tonight, I stand before you not just as King of Lionara, but as a father ensuring the strength of my kingdom and the unity of our great lands.

It is with this responsibility that I announce the engagements of my children.” A ripple of murmurs swept through the hall.

Some had expected this, but others stiffened in their seats.

The princes and princesses of Lionara, seated in their positions, were suddenly alert.

Some had guessed this might happen, but none, except Abuchi, knew their fate for certain.

King Ikechukwu continued.

“My first son, Crown Prince Somto of Lionara, will be engaged to Princess Anya of Haran.” A sharp silence followed.

Then, whispers erupted.

Murmurs of approval spread through the hall.

It was a strong alliance between two great kingdoms, and the match was well received.

However, some observant guests noticed how Somto wasn’t looking at Anya.

His eyes kept flickering toward Nnenna, and this did not go unnoticed.

“Strange,” a noblewoman whispered to her companion.

“Shouldn’t he be looking at his fiancée instead of the second princess?” “Perhaps he’s just surprised.

He didn’t seem to know about this engagement beforehand,” another suggested.

Meanwhile, King Vladimir of Haran looked satisfied, his earlier displeasure seemingly appeased.

This engagement made up for the weak one.

Lionara’s crown prince was a powerful match.

Somto’s fingers tightened around the goblet in his hand.

He had anticipated a political match, but hearing it out loud sent a strange, twisting discomfort through his chest.

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