The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 333 My Lady Is Fading

He was far too drunk to even think about bathing.

Isolde had no choice but to send everyone out and use warm water to wipe his face and body.

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The chamber had built–in heating walls. Isolde opened the small vent in the fire wall, allowing the warmth from the charcoal–burning stove in the corridor to flow inside. With the doors and windows shut, the room quickly grew cozy.

These heating walls and channels had originally been constructed under Margaret’s orders, meant for William’s wedding. The craftsmanship was impeccable–so long as the fire burned strong, the warmth would never cease.

As the room filled with heat, Isolde undressed him.

His clothes reeked of alcohol, undoubtedly drenched from spilled drinks during the feast. Even the usual scent of sunken wood incense was completely overpowered.

She wiped his upper body clean and sat on the edge of the bed, covering his abdomen with the quilt. Her gaze drifted to his iron arm.

The design was intricate, an astonishing feat of engineering in Isolde’s eyes.

She had once worried most about where the prosthetic met his severed limb, but seeing how effortlessly he moved it, she had gradually set those fears aside. Now, up close, she still didn’t fully understand how it worked. The connection point had strange, claw–like extensions–reminiscent of an octopus–that clung to his shoulder, keeping the arm perfectly in place. It didn’t budge an inch.

Looking even closer, it almost seemed like veins had grown around the interface.

Of course, that wasn’t the case.

But she had no idea what material it was made of. It even seemed to change color at times.

She reached out and gently traced his thick, dark brows, sighing softly. “Tonight is our wedding night… and you’re passed out drunk.”

Tucking him in, she stood up and glanced at the untouched wedding feast on the table. She was hungry, but she had no appetite anymore.

A knock came from the door.

“Lady Isolde, Esme sent some cake. Has Oliver woken up?” Hattie’s voice was low.

“He hasn’t. Maybe we should skip it.”

“No, Esme insisted he must eat.”

Isolde opened the door, expecting Esme but finding one of the old house matrons instead.

She carried a tray with a bowl of cake, craning her neck to peer inside. “Oh my, the General’s fast asleep? Well, this cake is meant for him to feed you.”

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everyone should rest.”

to

then. You should rest soon as

inside, she found Hattie waiting.

Finished

the first half, and she’ll take the second. Come, let’s get

water.”

considered skipping the bath–too cold, too tired, and

or bathe

cake. “That’s not for

kept warm for you. He planned to eat with you when he returned.

you eat?” Isolde asked.

a little.”

eat with

wouldn’t be

blaming Oliver–she knew he’d be forced to drink tonight. Still, after looking forward to this day for so long, she couldn’t

I’ll

with steaming hot dishes. Hattie even brought some warmed wine.

dreamlike. She still couldn’t quite believe

her. “Why the

I sigh?” Isolde blinked.

did.” Hattie was busy devouring her food, clearly

we started preparing for this

now on.” Hattie raised

be.” Isolde clinked

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finishing their meal, they

need to keep watch. Go

may not be peaceful.”

doubt anything will happen.”

Finished

cautious. Besides, I’m not sleepy.

on the couch outside. The heating wall reaches there, so it won’t

get to bed. You’ve been up for too long.”

turned to look at Oliver.

across the bed were wedding night treats–candied fruits and nuts,

away, brushing broken

to the world, not even stirring as she

she climbed into bed, curling up