"Is he the one to lead the hundred?" A woman draped in dark blue fur asked the man standing beside her. Together, they watched Asher riding out of the stronghold with Moses and Cynthia.
"He is," Anderson replied with a soft smile playing on his lips.
The woman frowned. "Is it safe to send such a man to lead our men? He might influence them—he is a count, after all."
Anderson chuckled softly and looked at the woman. "A count? Indeed, he was a lord but now… he's just a soldier. He no longer gives orders; he receives orders from the council."
Laughing, Anderson turned and walked away, leaving the woman alone, her gaze fixed on Asher as he galloped into the distance. She muttered under her breath, "A lord is a lord. It's not a title that can be ripped away from those who are born to it."
The woman's brows furrowed as a thought crossed her mind. 'He's a threat.'
