The Slave Queen - Chapter 61: Chapter 61
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Ever since Raelynn was sent to the palace as a servant, Margot had used her "poor health" as an excuse to stop making new clothes for her and Gabriel.
But now? Hearing that Maryellen had come specifically to deliver clothes—there was no way Julia was letting this opportunity slip by.
If Raelynn had something, she was going to take it. Every last bit.
But Margot had watched Julia grow up. How could she not see right through Julia's little schemes?
How could she not see right through Julia's little schemes?
It was nothing but jealousy flaring up again—she'd come just to stir up trouble for Raelynn.
What a pity...
Margot's face turned icy as she pulled her hand away, her expression colder than frost.
"She's here to make new clothes for Raelynn. All these years, she's suffered enough in your place. As her grandmother, it's only right I make it up to her."
Julia hadn't expected Margot to embarrass her so bluntly.
Her smile nearly cracked.
Her eyes reddened, and tears welled up almost instantly. "Grandmother, you must've misunderstood me..."
"Tell that to your parents. They might buy it—but I don't.
"You think I don't know what you were trying to do that day, when you came to my room on purpose to tell me Raelynn had gone alone to Mount Darost in the middle of the night? What was your game, exactly?"
Julia's face went ghostly pale.
Then Margot kept going, her tone even sharper, "If you really cared about me, why haven't you visited me once all this time? And now, just for a piece of clothing, you come knocking?
"In the past, you relied on your parents' favor to shove Raelynn out to take the blame for you. But let me make this clear—if you dare scheme against her again, don't expect this Duke's estate to keep you around."
Julia was left reeling. Her face was ashen.
She couldn't believe it—this was the same Maragot who had always cared about appearances, who used to turn a blind eye to everything. And now she was saying something so harsh, all for the sake of that low-born Raelynn who'd spent years wandering the streets?
She wondered, 'Is blood really that important?
'I've been raised at Margot's knee for so many years. Does none of that matter?
'Is she really willing to turn her back on even Gabriel—her grandson—just for Raelynn?
'What has that little tramp done to put her under such a spell?'
Just then, Raelynn came out from the inner room, having changed back into her everyday clothes.
She was just about to excuse herself when she noticed Julia standing nearby, her face flushed with embarrassment and anger.
Raelynn blinked in confusion, but Margot beamed and pulled her over to sit beside her. With deliberate warmth, she asked, "So, Raelynn, do you like the skirt we picked out today?"
"I do. If it's from Grandmother, I love all of it."
With just a glance, Raelynn understood what Margot was up to.
So, she went along with it.
Margot was clearly pleased, patting her hand fondly. "In that case, we'll have Maryellen prepare your Christmas's outfit early. And next spring's wardrobe, too.
"When the Ice Party ends tomorrow, I'll invite her back."
Raelynn couldn't help glancing at Julia—sure enough, the jealousy in her eyes was practically tangible.
Only then did she realize that Margot hadn't mentioned Julia at all on purpose.
She was taking revenge for her!
Margot really was fiercely protective of her own.
And now, she—Raelynn—was part of that "own."
Being instinctively defended like this... it was a feeling she'd rarely known in her life.
A wave of bittersweet warmth rose in her chest.
She smiled sweetly at the old lady. "I'll do whatever Grandmother says."
Then she snuggled into her arms, playfully seeking affection.
Naturally, Margot melted—showering her with praise and calling her every endearing name in the book. Her love for Raelynn only deepened.
"You really are my precious girl."
Off to the side, Julia clenched her fists so tightly that her crimson-painted nails dug into her palms—but she didn't feel a thing.
She stood there a while longer, but neither of them even spared her a glance.
Julia was shaking with rage. Only after swallowing her pride and shame did she finally force herself to say goodbye and leave.
But in her heart, she swore: At tomorrow's Ice Party, she'd make sure Raelynn never rose again.
But now? Hearing that Maryellen had come specifically to deliver clothes—there was no way Julia was letting this opportunity slip by.
If Raelynn had something, she was going to take it. Every last bit.
But Margot had watched Julia grow up. How could she not see right through Julia's little schemes?
How could she not see right through Julia's little schemes?
It was nothing but jealousy flaring up again—she'd come just to stir up trouble for Raelynn.
What a pity...
Margot's face turned icy as she pulled her hand away, her expression colder than frost.
"She's here to make new clothes for Raelynn. All these years, she's suffered enough in your place. As her grandmother, it's only right I make it up to her."
Julia hadn't expected Margot to embarrass her so bluntly.
Her smile nearly cracked.
Her eyes reddened, and tears welled up almost instantly. "Grandmother, you must've misunderstood me..."
"Tell that to your parents. They might buy it—but I don't.
"You think I don't know what you were trying to do that day, when you came to my room on purpose to tell me Raelynn had gone alone to Mount Darost in the middle of the night? What was your game, exactly?"
Julia's face went ghostly pale.
Then Margot kept going, her tone even sharper, "If you really cared about me, why haven't you visited me once all this time? And now, just for a piece of clothing, you come knocking?
"In the past, you relied on your parents' favor to shove Raelynn out to take the blame for you. But let me make this clear—if you dare scheme against her again, don't expect this Duke's estate to keep you around."
Julia was left reeling. Her face was ashen.
She couldn't believe it—this was the same Maragot who had always cared about appearances, who used to turn a blind eye to everything. And now she was saying something so harsh, all for the sake of that low-born Raelynn who'd spent years wandering the streets?
She wondered, 'Is blood really that important?
'I've been raised at Margot's knee for so many years. Does none of that matter?
'Is she really willing to turn her back on even Gabriel—her grandson—just for Raelynn?
'What has that little tramp done to put her under such a spell?'
Just then, Raelynn came out from the inner room, having changed back into her everyday clothes.
She was just about to excuse herself when she noticed Julia standing nearby, her face flushed with embarrassment and anger.
Raelynn blinked in confusion, but Margot beamed and pulled her over to sit beside her. With deliberate warmth, she asked, "So, Raelynn, do you like the skirt we picked out today?"
"I do. If it's from Grandmother, I love all of it."
With just a glance, Raelynn understood what Margot was up to.
So, she went along with it.
Margot was clearly pleased, patting her hand fondly. "In that case, we'll have Maryellen prepare your Christmas's outfit early. And next spring's wardrobe, too.
"When the Ice Party ends tomorrow, I'll invite her back."
Raelynn couldn't help glancing at Julia—sure enough, the jealousy in her eyes was practically tangible.
Only then did she realize that Margot hadn't mentioned Julia at all on purpose.
She was taking revenge for her!
Margot really was fiercely protective of her own.
And now, she—Raelynn—was part of that "own."
Being instinctively defended like this... it was a feeling she'd rarely known in her life.
A wave of bittersweet warmth rose in her chest.
She smiled sweetly at the old lady. "I'll do whatever Grandmother says."
Then she snuggled into her arms, playfully seeking affection.
Naturally, Margot melted—showering her with praise and calling her every endearing name in the book. Her love for Raelynn only deepened.
"You really are my precious girl."
Off to the side, Julia clenched her fists so tightly that her crimson-painted nails dug into her palms—but she didn't feel a thing.
She stood there a while longer, but neither of them even spared her a glance.
Julia was shaking with rage. Only after swallowing her pride and shame did she finally force herself to say goodbye and leave.
But in her heart, she swore: At tomorrow's Ice Party, she'd make sure Raelynn never rose again.
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