Noah breathed a deep sigh of relief as he sank into the plush comfort of the settee in the knight's quarters lounge. After an arduous journey back and forth between the duchy and Gerhard's mansion, he finally had the chance to rest.
Weary from the long hours on the road, he closed his eyes, allowing the memories of Rafe, Ayden, and Emily's expressions of relief and anticipation upon his arrival to wash over him.
As his eyes flickered open momentarily, Noah couldn't help but recall the assistant healer's trembling hand, released from Clara's firm grip as he rose to prepare the much-needed medicine. Ayden must have endured the strength of the knightess's grasp. His determination and support for her was apparent.
