As soon as I was done taking a bath and eating my meal alone, Claude returned to my tent holding our sleeping son in his arms as he returned Cloudy to his cradle. I ignored him as I continued reading some books that were all about the war that came from the point of view of different historians back in the past.
"It's useless to read it. You are not going to war, Rachelle," he said coldly.
I scoffed. "Reading them doesn't mean I am going to the war, Claude. I am adding more knowledge about how the military tacticians resolved everything back then." Sighing, I closed the book, losing my interest to read it. "When shall we depart?" I looked at him coldly.
He leaned to my desk and touched one of the books I was reading. "Later this morning. I already have the knights pack your things," he said, not looking at me but to the book. "Say farewell to the brigade you have been wanting to lead, love. You will not be able to see them ever again."
