"Missions..?" Amelia murmured. "Our Lady is joining them, is she not?"
Verdant looked at Oliver to check. "I do think so, though the situation with Princess Asabel has been somewhat… tenuous, has it not, my Lord? You have not spoken to her since that last meeting, have you?"
He stiffened in response to the question. "No, I haven't," he admitted, before rushing to dispel the worried look in Blackthorn's eyes. "Relax. Regardless of what happens, she'll keep her promises. She said as much. You needn't worry about it."
"So I'm still going?" Blackthorn asked.
"If your father doesn't raise hell over it, then yes," Oliver said.
"Are we going?" Amelia asked.
It was a point that no one had seemed to consider until then. To bring Blackthorn and not bring her retainers. That had been the initial assumption. After all, the girls couldn't defend themselves. They didn't need liabilities when they were riding into battle.
