From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1446: 659 Loyalty_3 Chapter 1446: 659 Loyalty_3 Randa had scarcely any strength left in her body, allowing the other party to manipulate her as they wished.

After a while, she heard a series of erratic footsteps.

Subconsciously, she opened her eyes, and the person in front of her gave her a start.

The man stood in front of the bed, looking down at her from above.

The pair of jet-black pupils held no emotion, as though looking at a corpse.

In this instant, Randa’s hazy thoughts suddenly cleared.

Realising something, her face instantly turned pale.

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“Prince Brooklyn, why are you here?”

As tranquil as ever, the prince began speaking softly, “The princess is clever, Perhaps she could guess?”

Randa forced a bitter smile: “Before today, I wanted to join the prince, but now it seems like the prince doesn’t need me.”

Prince Brooklyn merely smiled and did not respond.

His silence was the best answer.

After a long while, he asked, “Does the princess have any last wishes?”

Any last wishes?

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Randa’s gaze was somewhat vacant as she muttered, “I want to see him again, even if it’s just one last time.”

Prince Brooklyn raised an eyebrow, “Guard Julius Sutton?”

A tear fell from the corner of Randa’s eye as memories of their shared moments flooded her mind.

“Just once more and I will have no regrets in this life.”

Prince Brooklyn sighed, “The princess is indeed a passionate woman.”

Of what use was passion?

She, a respectable princess, was now to die in such a disgraceful manner.

It was utterly humiliating.

At this moment, she understood, it was certain she would die today.

The Queen Consort used her as bait to lure Prince Brooklyn, who in turn used this plan to take control of their forces, the two parties were like chess players, with her life as the pawn on the board.

No one was coming to save her.

At this time, hurried footsteps were heard outside, and Randa saw the figure of Prince Brooklyn disappearing behind the bead curtains.

“Randa you cheap wench, you dream of marrying the prince, I will kill you.” Nancy stormed in menacingly brandishing a whip.

Randa stared back at Nancy, seeing her past self in the woman.

Nancy was merely another pawn in the hands of both parties playing chess, a sacrificial pawn.

As women, they were the ones always sacrificed.

Thinking back to when she had praised the Holy Master after arriving in Percival, she now felt the irony.

However, Nancy’s whip did not hit her face as it was unexpectedly caught by a hand.

Thus, saving her from a fate of disfigurement.

Looking at the figure who suddenly appeared in front of her, Randa felt a wave of tears filling her eyes.

Nancy looked at him angrily, “Who are you to dare stop this miss’ whip?”

It was a young man dressed in black.

When he looked up, his eyes flicked in Nancy’s direction, causing her to shiver.

She gritted her teeth, “Get out of my way.”

The young man suddenly yanked the whip, causing Nancy to crash headfirst into the bedpost, making her dizzy.

Nancy realised she could not take him on, so she opened her mouth to scream, but before she could make a sound, her mouth was gagged, silencing all her cries.

The next moment, her hands were restrained behind her back, the rope binding her wrists tightly.

The young man then turned around, focusing on Randa lying on the bed, “Are you okay?”

Shaking her head, Randa pleaded through her tears, “Please leave, don’t worry about me, or else you’ll die.”

He was now a Silver Armor Guard; saving her was betraying the Holy Master, who would not let her go.

She couldn’t let Julius die with her.

The young man knelt down, wiping away her tears, “I won’t let you die.”

Randa kept shaking her head, pushing him away, “Don’t worry about me, you need to leave now!”

Prince Brooklyn was in the same room, watching everything unfold.

If Julius didn’t leave, both of them would die here.

The young man slowly got up, “Prince, please come out so we can talk.”

Prince Brooklyn appeared from behind the bead curtain, smiling slightly, “Julius… or should I call you Bartholomew now, would you betray the Holy Master for this woman?”

The man spoke gently, but there was an underlying oppressive tone that most would struggle to bear.

However, Aubree was undeterred.

“The Queen Consort and Prince Jonathan have long been outmatched.

You could have chosen a better solution.

Why needlessly sacrifice an innocent life?”

“Bartholomew, you’re so clever, can you guess?”

“What merit do I have to make the Prince personally lay a trap to test my loyalty?

Now that you have seen the result, are you satisfied?”

Prince Brooklyn sighed, “Bartholomew, no matter what you do, I am always satisfied.”

Aubree reached for his knife and lunged at him, pressing the blade against the prince’s carotid artery.