Free Web NovelChapter 110: Chapter 110: Meeting Josephine
Estelle’s POV
“So you are the woman my grandson has chosen as his mate,” Josephine said.
I straightened my shoulders, meeting her sharp gaze. Her electric blue eyes studied me with an intensity that made me feel exposed. I couldn’t read her expression at all.
“Yes, Your Grace,” I replied, keeping my voice steady. “I’m Estelle.” fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
Josephine continued to observe me in silence. I resisted the urge to fidget under her scrutiny. Oliver stood quietly beside me, but I could sense his watchful attention.
Then, without warning, Josephine’s face broke into a brilliant smile.
“Oh, my dear!” she exclaimed, moving toward me with surprising speed for someone who was supposedly unwell. Before I could react, she pulled me into a warm embrace.
I stood frozen for a moment, completely caught off guard. Her arms wrapped around me with genuine affection, and I caught the faint scent of lavender in her hair. Slowly, I returned the hug.
Over Josephine’s shoulder, I caught sight of Oliver. His shoulders were shaking slightly as he tried his best not to laugh at my obvious shock. I wrinkled my nose at him in a playful glare. He knew this time that I was worrying over Josephine’s reaction, but he didn’t say anything!
“I am so excited to finally meet you properly,” Josephine said as we pulled apart. Her hands remained on my arms, her eyes bright with enthusiasm. “I’ve heard so much about you from Cyril and Oliver. And of course, from Zayne himself.”
“You have?” I asked, surprised.
“Oh yes,” she nodded eagerly. “I’ve been urging that boy to bring you to meet me for weeks now. But he keeps finding excuses. Work this, council meetings that. If it weren’t so inconvenient for me to leave the palace grounds, I would have snuck out to visit you myself.”
I blinked in surprise. The image of the previous Lycan Queen sneaking out of the palace to visit me was both endearing and amusing.
“I do regret not meeting you properly when you were here for the engagement party,” Josephine continued, her expression becoming slightly apologetic. “And during the lycan summit as well. I wasn’t feeling well at the time.”
“Please don’t worry about it,” I said quickly. “I completely understand. I’m just happy to meet you now.”
I glanced at Oliver, who was now openly smiling at our interaction, before turning back to Josephine.
“I’m very happy to meet Zayne’s family,” I sincerely said.
Looking at both Oliver and Josephine, I felt something warm settle in my chest. Between them and Killian back at Blackmoon, I was finally experiencing what it felt like to have a proper family around. These were people who cared about me without expecting anything in return.
Asher’s parents may have raised me, but they didn’t care about my well-being. They only cared about what I could do for their son. They have not abused me, but they definitely could not be considered family.
This feeling was both wonderful and foreign.
Just then, the door burst open without so much as a knock.
“Grandmother, what are you doing to poor—”
Zayne stopped mid-sentence as he took in the scene. His silver hair was slightly disheveled, as if he’d been running. His eyes moved quickly between his grandmother and me, clearly assessing the situation.
“Zayne!” Josephine’s voice carried a sharp note of disapproval. “What have I told you about knocking before entering a lady’s room?”
Despite her chiding tone, Zayne moved forward to greet her properly. He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the top of her head, his earlier urgency melting into obvious affection.
“Sorry, Grandmother,” he said softly.
He nodded in greeting to Oliver, then turned to me with a smile that made my heart skip.
“Estelle.”
“Your Majesty,” I replied, trying to ignore the way his presence immediately made the room feel smaller.
Josephine watched this exchange with sharp eyes. “I blame you entirely for not bringing Estelle to meet me sooner,” she said, turning back to Zayne with an accusatory look. “I’ve been wanting to meet my future granddaughter-in-law for some time now.”
Zayne’s cheeks actually colored slightly. “Grandmother...”
“Don’t ‘Grandmother’ me,” she continued, warming to her subject. “You keep hiding her away like a dragon hoarding treasure. It’s completely unnecessary.”
Both Oliver and Josephine laughed at Zayne’s obvious discomfort, but then Josephine’s laughter turned into a cough. The sound was harsh and prolonged, immediately drawing Oliver’s attention.
“Perhaps we should proceed with your examination,” Oliver said gently, his physician instincts taking over. “We can continue catching up afterward.”
Josephine nodded, still clearing her throat. “Yes, I suppose you’re right.”
She turned to Zayne with a pointed look. “You need to take proper care of Estelle while she’s here. She made a special trip to visit, and you should be a good host.”
“Of course,” Zayne agreed readily. “I’ll make sure she’s comfortable.”
I started to shake my head. “There’s really no need. I should probably head back soon if you’re busy—”
“He’s not busy,” Josephine interrupted firmly.
She gave me a meaningful look. “Besides, you wouldn’t want to leave poor Oliver stranded here, would you? He’ll need transportation back.”
“Absolutely,” Oliver chimed in quickly. “I’d hate to impose on the palace staff for a ride.”
I looked between the two of them, recognizing the obvious setup. They clearly wanted Zayne and me to spend time together.
“Actually,” Oliver continued, “I somewhat recall you were just about to head out for a celebratory meal and drinks with River and the others.”
“Yes,” I said slowly, wondering where he was going with this.
“And you haven’t eaten yet, have you?”
As if summoned by his words, my stomach chose that exact moment to let out a loud, unmistakable growl.
