Rebirth Of The Duke's Daughter

Chapter 86

Duke Reynard led Mila out of the room, locking the door behind them with a firm click, ensuring that the space would remain undisturbed, just as it had been for years. The weight of what they had seen lingered between them, and Mila couldn't shake the image of Lady Grace, Leo's mother, from her mind. The portrait had captured every detail of her gentle and kind nature, and Mila found herself deeply moved by it. It was as if the room had held a piece of her father's heart, a place reserved for the memory of a woman who had been cherished beyond words. As they walked down the hallway, Mila's thoughts wandered, wondering if Lady Grace would have loved her as her daughter if she had lived. The question hung in her mind, filled with longing and curiosity.

Her father, sensing that the lessons were not fulfilling Mila in the way he had hoped, eventually gave up on trying to keep her committed to them. Lady Angela was left to provide only the most basic of lessons, those deemed necessary for a young lady of her station. But Mila found herself restless, unable to find joy in the routine that had become her life. "There's nothing to do here!" she complained, sprawling across her bed in frustration. The monotony of her days was wearing on her, leaving her mind to wander aimlessly.

Sara, ever patient, giggled softly as she tidied up the room. "I don't think it's boring. Besides, we all get to keep an eye on you now. You're back at home, so it should be a safe place for you," she said, her tone light as she finished her chores. But even as she spoke, she knew that Mila was not one to be easily content with the quiet life of the Noble Mansion.

Emmett stood outside her door, as vigilant as ever, but to Mila, it all felt too ordinary. The days that had once been filled with adventure and discovery were now spent within the same walls, and she couldn't help but feel like a caterpillar trapped in its cocoon. 'I need to get away from here,' she thought, her mind racing with the need for something more.

As if in response to her thoughts, Mila decided to take matters into her own hands. Once again, she slipped out of her window, escaping into the night like a shadow. Her destination was the Mireraweth palace, the only place where she felt the thrill of something new and intriguing. She had heard that her father was attending another meeting there, and her curiosity was piqued. 'The palace is the only place where interesting things happen,' she mused, her heart quickening with the anticipation of uncovering more secrets.

Hopping over the gates of the palace, she marveled at how easy it was to bypass the guards, even though they were on duty. She made her way to the same hidden spot, where she could eavesdrop on the important discussions taking place inside. The air was thick with tension, and as she listened, she could hear the desperation in the voices of the men gathered in the throne room.

"Your majesty, our soldiers have been greatly decreasing!" One man exclaimed, his voice filled with fear.

"How are we going to win this war?! We've likely all chosen the wrong one to lead the troops!" Another added, his words sharp with panic.

"In no time, we will all be killed if we don't hurry and send another one to lead!" The room was filled with a chorus of alarmed voices, each man more frantic than the last. The gravity of the situation was clear—the war was not going in their favor, and they were running out of time and options.

Mila's heart sank as she listened to the conversation. The reality of the war was hitting her harder than ever. She could sense the despair in their words, the fear that they were on the brink of losing everything. The weight of their predicament settled over her like a heavy cloak, and for the first time, she realized just how fragile the peace of the kingdom truly was.

Mila could sense the tension in the throne room, a thick atmosphere of fear and anger emanating from the men gathered before the emperor. The panic in their voices was unmistakable, and Mila's thoughts churned with frustration. 'It's clear that Ambrose struggled to communicate effectively! How could you even think of sending someone like him to lead in the first place? You all probably chose him just to get rid of him, and now you've brought this disaster upon the kingdom! This is karma, you fools!' She seethed inwardly, holding back the urge to storm into the room and confront them, knowing it would only cause more chaos. There were just so many excuses that they wanted to make up.