"I'm afraid it is not the ninth prince who will stop you tonight, My Lady."
"Fabian." I ground my teeth as I shifted my eyes to him. "What is the meaning of this?"
The light from the sconce hit his face, revealing the bloodstain all over him. He was wiping his hand covered in blood with a handkerchief, his eyes on me.
"My lady, you need to come with me. I had cleared the way on the way here, but the royal knights will soon come and drag you with them." Fabian informed me calmly. "I know you can fight them on your own, but His Grace said he will meet you on the east border. It will be more troublesome to get rid of them."
Silence enveloped us as neither of us talked. Fabian only stared back at me without emotions in his eyes.
"If you truly trust His Grace, you should come with me, my lady," Fabian uttered solemnly. "Please, Your Grace."
