The bag of herbs that Soleia held nearly slipped from her fingers due to her surprise.
At this distance, she was unable to see the man's face clearly. However, he had the same dark hair, was about the same height and physique, and the way he carried himself was similar to the soldier who was supposed to be on bedrest.
Instinctively, she began to hasten her footsteps, trying to catch him. She wasn't able to get close fast enough, but when the man turned, Soleia's breath was caught in her throat.
It wasn't a perfect view, but from this wayward angle, there was no mistaking it― that was Sir Byrone!
As though the man felt someone's gaze upon him, he stopped and cautiously looked around. For some reason, Soleia felt the need to hide. She ducked behind a cart, peeking out from the side to observe the man, only to see him pull his fallen hood up. He adjusted it slightly so that most of his face was hidden, before continuing on his journey.
