Chapter 11
They were so well trained. It was the first thought that entered Rissa’s mind the moment they came across a patrol in Isenore.
But not just any patrol. These soldiers didn’t belong to the lecherous duke. Eisner would no doubt send troops of his own to cut them off soon enough.
This unit once pledged their loyalty to Marcus Renauld and now followed his son. Rissa smiled for what seemed the first time in ages as she took in the Renauld colors. A red and gold banner flapped in the wind as if singing of their arrival.
Rissa jumped from her horse. Trystan would have rolled his eyes at this move in front of their soldiers as it wasn’t very princess-like. She didn’t care.
“Captain,” she greeted, taking note of the rank emblazoned on his worn uniform.
“Princess.” His weathered fac
