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Isolde replied firmly. “No, Lord Theodric is unwell. Marshal, escort him back to the city first. If I were to take him alone, I couldn’t handle any danger that might arise.”
“Then how will you return?” Oliver asked, his tone tinged with concern.
Isolde smiled faintly. “It’s so close. Even walking. I’ll be back in no time.”
Oliver’s sharp brows furrowed slightly as he shook his head. “No, your foot is injured.”
Theodric clung tightly to Isolde’s sleeve, his fever–flushed face stubborn. “Lady Isolde, I don’t want you to leave,” he said, glancing nervously at Oliver.
Isolde froze, briefly meeting Oliver’s tense and shadowed gaze. His stern expression was enough to make Theodric uneasy.
She knelt slightly to reassure Theodric with a soft smile “Don’t be afraid. The Marshal is a good man. Don’t yo remember? He saved us yesterday.”
But Theodric refused to let go, his little hands gripping her tightly. “Take me back yourself,” he insisted, his tone resolute despite his small stature.
Isolde hesitated, then turned to Oliver with an apologetic look. “Marshal Valois, would you mind if we shared a horse?”
Oliver, already uneasy about letting her return alone, sighed and replied, I don’t mind. But you should. If anyone sees, it could tarnish your reputation.”
Isolde chuckled softly, her voice calm yet resolute. “Reputation? I care nothing for it.”
Oliver was caught off guard by her words. A woman who cared nothing for her reputation? The very idea was almost absurd. Though Isolde and William’s betrothal had been a topic of discussion, a tarnished name could still ruin everything, not to mention the objections Oliver’s foster mother would surely raise.
“If you truly don’t care, then let’s go.” Oliver said at last, Isolde was already astride her horse, her posture straight and composed. The sun framed her silhouette, casting a soft halo around her figure as she smiled warmly. Yet beneath that radiant expression lay a trace of sadness, subtle but unmistakable.
One thought nagged at him. If the same person is behind the abduction of both Theodric and Isolde, why target her rather than the Duke of Blackmoor’s son?
Everyone in the capital knew the Duke cared little for his daughter.
She seemed oblivious, yet Oliver suspected she understood far more than she let on.
Another mystery tugged at his mind; his horse had never allowed anyone else to ride it–carried Isolde now without so much as a hint of resistance.
As Theodric clung tightly to her, Oliver mounted awkwardly behind them, careful to avoid touching her. But the saddle was narrow, and despite her attempts to can forward, the closeness was inevitable.
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tone sharp “The dignity of the Valen name isn’t something I’m willing to gamble with.”
well aware that William disliked him. While Oliver
everyone.
and they set off at a steady pace toward the city.
earthy scent of sage mingled faintly with the sharp tang of blood from Oliver’s wounds. Isolde’s
harder if it can bear it,” she urged, her voice laced
you.” Oliver said flatly. “You’re injured, and if we go faster,
both on horseback, there was no
cannot afford to delay. A moment
argument. With a flick of his
bred for speed and endurance–flew across the earth,
Oliver Valois rode hard, his horse kicking up clouds of dust in
him, a gift to the Eryndral Empire that none could tame, save Oliver himself.
the guards immediately stepped aside, opening the way without hesitation. Oliver’s steed thundered
coincidence, Milton and his patrol were making their rounds, arriving just in
young heir slumped against her shoulder, his back turned to Milton. The encounter lasted only a moment,
disappear around the corner, his expression dark with suspicion.
Oliver Valois just now?” he asked one of
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voice was unmistakable. As a fellow rising star in the military. Milton found Oliver insufferable. A boy barely past twenty, his rapid ascent could only be credited
that backing, no way he
favors him greatly. And why wouldn’t she? His father was the famed Marshal, Douglas Valois, and his adoptive father, the Marquis of Eldermere, is a figure of
weakness.
he’d secured a position at the city gates. Years of maneuvering and quiet scheming had eventually earned him a post in the North Camp, but the shadow of
the guards stood vigilant. Oliver reined in his steed at the gates. dismounting swiftly.
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