Chapter 13 Run Away

When Isolde stepped into the carriage, her eyes swept over the interior. The cushions and curtains were spotless, carrying a faint, elegant fragrance. It was clear the High Magistracy of Argentum had shown her due respect.

If it’s just a formality, it shouldn’t take long, she told herself though a faint unease lingered.

She lifted the curtain and saw the carriage trundling steadily toward the High Magistracy. Soldiers and officials moved along the streets, and she caught the constable exchanging greetings with them, his manner forthright and transparent

After a while, the carriage halted. An official hurried forward and spoke to the constable. “My lord, there’s been a sighting of a suspicious figure on West Street Lordship wants us to investigate.”

Lord Harmon turned his horse sharply. “Understood. I see to it.”

He addressed the driver without pause. Take her to the High Court of Parliament first, then meet me at West Street

Yes, sir, the driver replied, snapping the reind

Without so much as a glance at Isolde, Lord Harmon de off. She paid it no mind, her thoughts.

elsewhere. Likely. Mary’s family had been stirred by Matilda or Milton to file their complaint at the magistracy

Surely they knew her father could resolve the matter with a single word. At most. it was a petty ploy to vex her. So what good would it do them? Would they truly go to such lengths just to unsettle me?

No. Milton wouldn’t stoop to this. The scheming likely came from Matilda.

The steady clatter of the carriage wheels on cobblestones echoed through the quiet streets.

Each strike of the wheels seemed to drum against her hest, amplifying her unease. Her eyelids grew heavy, and a faint alarm rang in her thoughts.

Something felt off.

“Leonis!” She called out as her body went limp, the darkness closing in.

Before the carriage reached the Argentum, a man climbed aboard. The recent disappearance of Prince Theodric had tightened security, with guards stopping every traveler.

At the checkpoint, one of the guards approached the carriage. “Who’s inside? State your purpose.

The Daughter of Duke Blackmoor, traveling to visit family,” the driver replied.

flickered upward in surprise, but he said nothing more, lowering

he turned to his companion. Isn’t she betrothed to the young lord of Eldermere!”

the other guard confirmed.

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shoulder. Said she’s visiting family, but it looked more like a tryst. Poor Lord Valen- he’s barely betrothed, and his bride’s already betrayed

Another guard leaned in, intrigued, while nearby citizens paused to catch the gossip. their ears keen for

his brown hair flowing and eyes sharp. Resting his hands on the weathered yellow bricks, he watched the carriage speeding

rose to his ears, and for a fleeting moment, a glint of anger broke through his icy demeanor.

they greeted,

You think he overheard us? He’s the foster son of the Marquis

in one fluid motion, he rode hard, galloping through the city gates and vanishing into the distance.

Blackmoor had slipped out

mouth gagged. She was no longer in

of the palanquin told her they were

glimpsing two men carrying her up the rugged path.

walked this trail countless times, memorizing every

Mountain? They’re taking me there? Could it be mountain bandits, rather

never crossed paths with the bandits of Wolf Mountain. The

could it

time had been marked by more than just the fall of Lord Theodric. Another storm was brewing: the

emerged unscathed, hailed as a hero. With just three hundred men, he was said to have wiped out the Wolf Mountain bandits and avenged the prince. His report claimed the bandits, drunk from revelry, were caught unprepared and swiftly

On reflection, Isolde could only draw one conclusion: Milton mYLIST have known the lay of Wolf Mountain intimately, and its bandits trusted him. Their drunken revelry? Almost

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Lord Theodric’s missing work of Blackwell’s hand? But

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that were Milton plot against him?

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