The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

The Swordswoman’s Revenge Story after Rebirth:

Chapter 22 Rainy Night

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Isolde let out a deep sigh and swung her legs off the bed. The physician’s ointment was still there. She carefully applied it to her wounds, tending to herself in silence.

The whip marks on her back were out of reach, so she fore a strip from an old garment, soaked it in the salve, and clumsily wrapped it around her injuries.

She had faced death countless times on the battlefield and returned as a shadow from the Marquis’s burning estate. As long as she could draw breath, she would never surrender.

So much for the bonds of blood–such ties were worth little more than ash.

Once her wounds were dressed, she went to check on Helena, who had just woken and was sobbing like a child.

“My lady, they tried to force me to say you’d eloped with someone, Helena cried, her voice trembling. “When I refused, the steward struck me and took my bother away.

Isolde’s gaze lingered on the red mark across Helena’s check. She reached out, gently brushing her fingers over it. “Does it hurt?”

Helena blinked back tears. “No, it doesn’t

“Don’t worry,” Isolde said softly, a faint smile curving her lips. “Everyone who’s wronged us will pay for it- one by one.”

Geoffrey had sent a doctor, but Isolde refused to see him.

When the steward delivered the news, Geoffrey, in a fit of rage, roared, “Let her die! Don’t waste food on her–let starvation finish the job!”

Once again, the Pearl Tower was left without food. Isolde called Noelle and Britney into the room.

Sitting straight–backed in her chair, she fixed them both with a sharp, icy look. “Do you still wish to serve me here?”

The two glanced at each other before nodding quickly. We do, my lady.”

“As you’ve likely noticed, Isolde said evenly, her tone almost mocking. Tm the sort of lady everyone

seems to despise.”

voice quavered as she replied, “My lady, my parents sold me to this house to

as well,”

this. Fetch a doctor–have him enter through the back gate to tend

The two servants took the

evening, the sky had grown ominous, heavy with storm clouds. Though it was early May, the

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approached, the heavens opened in a torrential rain, shrouding the land in a misty

haze.

Turning to Britney, she said, “Take care of Helena. Make her

injured. Where are you going?”

voice.

turning back, the rain swallowing her figure almost instantly. Her

butler of the Duke’s estate had served for over a decade. As a cousin to Matilda, he received

land in the capital, he had amassed

high spirits. Though he had been lashed earlier, the sight of that “little wench beaten nearly

marrying into the Marquis house, his daughter Eleanor now stood a chance to wed as the legitimate wife. A reward from the general would surely follow.

flask of wine, called for his concubines to prepare some light

thunder rolled and rain lashed

She whipped me in front of the servants, as though I were beneath her. Who does she think she is? The Duke gave her a good

no doubt about that. So…her chances of

shoe? She can dream on. Still, credit where it’s due–the brat clawed her way back from Wol Mountain alive. Lucky for us, the Marshal covered his tracks well. Even if Lord Harmon comes poking around, who’ll believe the ravings

curiosity. “The Marshal must reward you for this, don’t you think?”

pride dripping from his words. “Of course. If I hadn’t grabbed her brother, she’d never have dared accuse Isolde Langley of eloping with a lover. The Duke believes

closer, her voice sweet as honey.hen surely the Marshal will reward you. Last time you promised to buy me a gold bracelet–don’t tell

bracelet? Hah! I’ll buy you

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her feet to pour him wine, her voice lilting. “You’ve said it now. No going back

cup after cup. Half–drunk, he reached for Lady

sky outside, followed by a roar of thunder