Chapter 296
Chapter 296
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Priscilla coaxed Lance in a tone one might use with a child, then turned to see him still standing there and promptly asserted her maternal authority. “What are you waiting for? Take Adelaide back. Look at her icy hands–show some concern!”
Lance was taken aback by his mother’s unusually sharp tone.
Though occasionally scolded as a child, since he’d joined the military, his mother had treated him with increasing reverence, and their relationship had grown distant.
Especially after he left the palace and became the Alpha of the Blackthorn Pack, their relationship grew even more distant.
Their interactions were either polite or dismissive, and this direct rebuke was unprecedented.
Glancing at his mother, Lance took Adelaide’s hand and led her to their room.
Priscilla sat back in her chair, reflecting on how rare it was for her to reprimand him so sternly. Marriage, it seemed, had softened him.
Noticing Paisley still sulking, Priscilla thought of Sidney’s lonely death.
Though not close to Sidney, she’d encountered her several times over the years. Sidney had always been gentle and dignified, kind to everyone in the palace.
As Germain’s mate, she’d died alone in a sanatorium, with even her own daughters shedding no tears for her. Her life had been unbearably tragic.
Priscilla’s eyes welled with tears as she choked out, “Was Sidney peaceful when she passed?”
Paisley replied, “With Doctor Digby’s team there, she suffered little at the end, but ‘peaceful‘ wouldn’t quite describe it.”
Priscilla sighed, “Indeed, dying alone without family or spouse must have been terrifying.”
She dreaded death above all else.
For a werewolf, the most critical moment was the end–one should never face it alone. Ideally, someone would hold your hand, soothing your fears.
She deeply empathized with Sidney’s plight, as the thought of departing this world alone was too distressing to bear.
After her bath, Adelaide donned an evening gown that exuded elegance and grandeur.
She subtly enhanced her features with makeup, hiding her pallor and the dark circles under hers–she wouldn’t let her sorrow show.
The royal court’s Christmas Eve banquet was a formal gathering where etiquette was paramount.
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Standing before the dressing mirror, she took deep breaths to suppress her grief.
She reminded herself that time would dull the pain.
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She stood before the mirror, adorned in an elegant gown with an exquisite updo hairstyle, her head sparkling with jewels. A pink diamond necklace rested on her chest, shimmering brightly–a gift from Irene. The pink diamond pieces were stored separately in a box.
The pink diamond earrings she wore nearly hid her entire lobe, exuding luxury and nobility.
The beauty mark at the corner of her eye was as red as a ruby, yet it hinted at a subtle sharpness.
She lowered her head, concealing the anger in her eyes
Lance entered and took her hand, quietly saying, “Let’s go.”
Dressed in a sharp suit, he looked tall and handsome.
Adelaide glanced at him and forced a smile, “Alright, we shouldn’t keep Priscilla waiting
Priscilla had dressed modestly today.
She’d removed the ruby necklace she’d planned to wear, recalling Sidney, and also took off her favorite gemstone bracelets.
Zelda and Cedric emerged next.
Cedric looked especially adorable.
Zelda, in a burgundy dress that highlighted her delicate features, smiled warmly as she adjusted Cedric’s collar and held his hand as they approached.
“Mom, Alpha Lance, Luna Adelaide,” Cedric announced.
“Priscilla, Alpha Lance, Luna Adelaide,” Zelda echoed, and the two bounded over.
Cedric’s innocent grin brought a faint smile to Adelaide’s lips.
Priscilla quietly reminded Cedric, “Your leg’s still healing–don’t run too fast.”
These days, everyone doted on Cedric–he was well–behaved and considerate, never causing trouble. Priscilla adored such children.
“Understood, Priscilla,” Cedric replied.
He’d wanted to explain that hopping could ease his leg’s stiffness, but he didn’t want to worry Priscilla.
Valentine had warned him before the mating ceremony to be obedient in the Blackthorn Pack, study diligently, and not to cause Priscilla any distress.
Since Priscilla’s displeasure would upset his aunt, he resolved to be as good as gold, hoping she’d grow fonder of his aunt.
Lance had the carriage ready, and the four of them climbed aboard.
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The Blackthorn Pack’s carriage was spacious and comfortable, with soft cushions and several carved copper stoves burning hot coals, radiating warmth.
Adelaide was quiet on the ride, feeling no hint of the festive atmosphere, only the cold wind seeping through the carriage curtains chilling her to the bone.
A hand gently took hers.
She looked up to see Priscilla signaling encouragement and comfort, “Adelaide, we’re all here for you.”
Zelda, noticing their exchange, asked curiously, “What’s going on?”
She’d been playing with Cedric in the backyard when Germain arrived and had no idea about Sidney’s passing.
