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.

he had figured there was no chance of success and had

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 landed outside

a flute to parry the attacks, spinning around as the clattering

push through the tent's entrance, whips lashed

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

clutch something cold, but the place was stuffy and only

"Vivi, it's me."

hot-so hot it made her want to scream. She couldn't make out the man's face, but his voice was foul and grated

thinking, she slapped him

too weak, and the slap she managed to land had no strength behind 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

Violet felt like she was drowning in a

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

luminous, with a subtle glow, like freshly fallen snow. Her eyes blended both allure and innocence, radiating an irresistible charm that was hard to

stared, mesmerized.

usual defiance had melted into a soft, tender allure. The delicate curve of her shoulder made his throat tighten. He lowered his gaze to her pale skin and

tonight, you'll be mine. We'll be united in marriage,