A Different Battlefield - Part 12

The next unopened letter he had came from another element of trouble in the form of Lady Blackthorn. She'd been one of the few who had openly disputed his sudden proposal to Nila. At least, from among those that he'd count as his soldiers – even if he knew it was a stretch to call Blackthorn a soldier of his, when she only fought under him of her own volition.

"How uncouth," she'd said. "It was embarrassing to watch, and it must have been even more embarrassing for Lady Felder. You are lucky that she saved you from an even more reckless conclusion."

It hadn't been long after that she had expressed her desire to return home. "Hopefully, some time with my family will serve to burn the image from my mind, as disgusting as it was."

"You certainly aren't holding back with your criticism," Oliver had remarked.