The Queens: Scarred Queen Novel

Chapter 711 Chapter 711 All the maids and matrons in the room were shocked. Never before had they seen a groom so impatient. "Your Highness, this violates protocol." The maidservant hastily stepped forward, gesturing for Evander to leave first. Evander, however, was spellbound. Natasha, in her wedding gown, with her rosy cheeks, was radiant beyond words. Her features, usually bold and almost heroic, were now softened by the dress, which tempered her usual striking presence. Even so, she remained gorgeous. Snapping out of his brief daze, Evander strode directly toward Natasha.

Without giving her a chance to utter a word, he swiftly swept her up in his arms and marched out. The wedding matron and the maidservants were utterly dumbfounded, trailing timidly behind, torn between wanting to intervene and not daring. Outside the door, Alfred's eyes welled up with tears of overwhelming emotion. 'My daughte nally married,' he thought happily. But when he saw Evander personally carrying Natasha out, his eyes nearly popped out of ti Sockets. Almost everyone present was utterly stunned.

Amid the stunned gazes of the onlookers, Evander carried Natasha out of the mansion with perfect composure and settled her into his sedan. "Let's go back to the manor!" At the sound of the sedan attendant, the wedding procession set off. Natasha was utterly dumbfounded. 'Did Evander just carry me out in such a dashing manner?' Though shocked, she couldn't deny the secret delight fluttering in her chest. Upon reaching the crossroads, they encountered Fermin's wedding procession.

As the other party was a secondary consort, who by custom was expected to yield the way to the primary consort, their sedan. attendants halted and waited respectfully by the roadside. Inside the sedan, Viola frowned in annoyance. "Why have we stopped?" she asked a matron. "Your Grace," the matron replied respectfully, "Prince Evander's wedding procession is ahead. By custom, we should yield to them." Viola let out a frustrated huff, but held her tongue. She seethed with indescribable frustration. 'Why did those two wenches, Athena and Natasha, get to secure such splendid marriages?

And all I got was the position of a secondary consort.' But she remembered how her father told her to endure it. He said that with Pamela going on a monastic retreat, there was no way she would ever return to the city. 'If I can just produce a male heir, then in time, the title of Fermin's primary consort will surely be mine, Viola thought, 1/2 16:43 Sat, 2 Aug Chapter 711 It wasn't until Evander's wedding procession had passed from view that their sedan finally continued on its way. Accompanying Viola was another secondary consort, Blanche.

Determined to outrank Blanche, Viola impatiently urged, "Make them go faster! I must arrive before Blanche does." The wedding matron hesitated and said, "I'm afraid it's against protocol, Lady Viola." She thought, 'Both secondary consorts are of equal standing. If she insists on rushing ahead, it might displease Prince Fermin. But Viola has always been spoiled. If we don't do as she says, she is bound to make a scene.' The wedding matron had no choice but to order the procession, "Speed up!" The procession sped up, and inside her sedan, Viola smirked triumphantly.

'Just watch,' she thought, 'I'll make Blanche look like a fool.' Before long, the two sedans arrived at the gates of Fermin Manor, one right after the other. Fermin had already been waiting at the gate. When the two sedans appeared, a faint smile crossed his face. The secondary consorts didn't need him to greet them personally. Matrons would help them out of the sedan, and he only needed to escort them into the residence. As the two secondary consorts stepped out of their sedans, Viola's lips curved into a sly smirk as she secretly scattered peas at Blanche's feet.

ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ fιɴdnοvel.net Unable to see the ground, Blanche's ankle twisted and she stumbled forward uncontrollably. Fermin instinctively reached out, catching Blanche firmly in his arms. "Thank you, Your Highness," Blanche cooed, her voice sweet and coquettish, laced with playful charm. She even dared to steal a couple of bold glances at Fermin, Her lively, spirited demeanor sent a delicious thrill through Fermin. In that moment, regret pricked at his heart. 'If only I'd taken a secondary consort sooner.

Maybe I'd already be holding my son by now.' 2/2 AD Comment Send gift No Ads 16:43 Sat, 2 Aug