Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1103

Isaac didn't bother to count the enemy's numbers.

"How many of you are there?" he asked.

"It's just me and Iris. She's over there." Claire pointed across the road to a patch of dense trees where a figure was slowly making her way toward the convoy.

"We're dead meat," Isaac muttered, his face darkening. "You two and me-three against over a hundred, plus the suicide soldiers."

He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. How had everything gone so wrong so quickly after he descended the mountain?

His handsome face furrowed in concentration as he quickly ran through possible plans in his mind. Okay, the chances of success were zero-but he couldn't just stand by and do nothing.

Violet had already been dragged into the tent. She seemed drugged, her body limp, and the only sign of resistance she had left was the curse she muttered earlier. After that, she had gone completely silent.

The men moved out of the tent, and Yuvan entered.

Isaac felt his blood rush to his head.

of success and had stopped Claire from acting. But now, he rushed

was a woman of great pride-no man could impress her, not even the finest. If Yuvan, this vile scoundrel, sullied her, she wouldn't just cause chaos-she would probably wish she were dead. Isaac shot forward, with Claire and Iris following behind. The three of them

parry the attacks, spinning around as

women could push through the tent's entrance, whips lashed out, wrapping around

She sensed someone moving toward her, his breath hot and rancid, making her stomach churn. But his closeness also sparked a fire inside her,

was too hot. She instinctively wanted to clutch something cold, but the place

"Vivi, it's me."

to scream. She couldn't make out

thinking, she

it. After striking him, she was quickly overpowered, her hands seized in his grasp. She stumbled back, falling to the ground, and the man was on

and Violet felt like she was drowning in a nightmare, the

a brief, cool sensation-a welcome relief. She began to tug at her clothes, twisting her body as if in a daze. "Why

freshly fallen snow. Her eyes blended both allure and innocence, radiating an irresistible charm that was hard to look

mesmerized. In

had never encountered such beauty. Her usual defiance had melted into a soft, tender allure. The delicate curve

good. After tonight, you'll be mine. We'll be united in marriage, and I swear I'll never