?<strong>Chapter 1235:</strong>


    A small smile tugged at her lips, bittersweet. “Edward,” she began, her voice soft but carrying a hint of exasperation, “you always treat me like a child. It’s frustrating. Can’t you look at me differently?”


    Edward blinked, taken aback, his expression clouding with surprise. “Differently? How exactly do you want me to treat you?”


    Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she leaned in, her voice almost a whisper. “Treat me like a woman.”


    A hint of a smile yed on her lips, tinged with a childlike charm that seemed to contradict her words.


    Edward paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in her flushed cheeks and yful smile. Realization dawned—she was drunk.


    Edward grabbed Louise’s cor, his toneced with frustration. “Stop being so headstrong. We’re talking about something important here.”


    Louise jerked away from his grasp, her words thick with frustration. “Is that what you believe? Do you all think you can just dictate the terms of my marriage on a whim?”


    A crease formed on Edward’s forehead. “Then what’s your n? As a princess, there are sacrifices you have to ept.”


    Pain flickered across Louise’s face but was quickly concealed. She remained silent for a moment before speaking softly. “Help me.”


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    With a resigned breath, Edward shook his head. “I’m stuck here, same as you. I can’t change a thing.”


    “But if you assist me, I might be able to do the same for you.”


    Louise’s fingers clenched around Edward’s cor, jerking him closer. Her gaze was sharp, unwavering.


    In a hushed, calcting tone, she said, “If I take the throne, we could both be freed from these arranged marriages.”


    Edward’s eyes widened in shock. “You?”


    Louise had always been the youngest of the three, forever in the shadows of Chesney and Garret. She was lively, undeniably attractive, sometimes to the point of seeming a bit conceited. Yet, beneath it all, her intentions were as pure as gold.


    But here she stood, the usuallypliant Louise, boldly staking her im to the throne.


    Edward was taken aback, too stunned to respond.


    Undeterred, Louise pressed on, “Elyse made me see that I’m as wise as Garret, more courageous than Chesney, and my skills are on par with yours. You’re celebrated for your violin skills, while I excel at the harp. If you can support Garret and Chesney, why not me?”


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