The Swordswoman’s Revenge Story after Rebirth:

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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

as well,” Noelle added

through the back gate to tend to Helena. Buy a charcoal stove and alay pot, and use

servants took the money and

clouds. Though it was early May, the air was thick and restless, and

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the heavens opened in a torrential rain, shrouding

haze.

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

lady, it’s pouring, and you’re injured. Where are you going?” Britney asked, worry etched into

voice.

figure almost instantly. Her voice carried faintly through

Duke’s estate had served for over a decade. As a cousin to Matilda, he received not only

Geoffrey’s influence. Despite the exorbitant price of land in the capital, he had amassed enough wealth

was in particularly high spirits. Though he had been lashed earlier, the sight of that “little

marrying into the Marquis house, his daughter Eleanor now stood a chance to wed as the

called for his concubines to prepare some light dishes, and reclined with one in each arm as he

rain lashed the

satisfying. That little wench, fresh back from the manor, dared to treat me like air–me! She whipped me in front of the servants, as though I were

Cantrell, the concubine, hid her smile behind a delicate hand. “Oh, she’ll behave, no doubt

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 of a disgraced,

with greedy curiosity. “The Marshal must reward you

never have dared accuse Isolde Langley of eloping with a lover. The Duke believes the tale

the Marshal will reward you. Last time you promised to buy me a gold bracelet–don’t tell

Hah! I’ll

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to her feet to pour him wine,

greedily, throwing back cup after cup. Half–drunk, he reached for Lady Canrell’s

of lightning suddenly split the sky outside, followed by

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