Ferdinand’s POV
Since my little stunt earlier today, Saphira hadn’t said a word to me. Not that I could blame her. After what I pulled, she had every right to ignore me. I kept my distance, following her from a few paces behind as we made our way toward the capital. She’s marching ahead, her strides firm and determined. I could feel the cold wall she’s put up between us.
I let out a frustrated sigh and hit my forehead with my fist. “You’re such an i***t, Ferdinand.”
Suddenly, Marshal’s voice echoed in my head. "Do not beat yourself over what happened. It’s not your fault."
I stopped walking for a second. “You're right, Marshal. It’s not my fault... it’s your fault.”
Marshal’s voice was incredulous. "Excuse me?"
I clenched my fists, jaw tight. "You’re the one who suggested we get some
