Orion’s POV
I didn’t dare meet Ember’s eyes. The Northern Duke’s words had been far too direct, and I was certain she’d caught the meaning beneath them.
They called it just ‘accompany’, but we all knew what it really was—a carefully arranged matchmaking trip.
“Ah… you see,” I began awkwardly, struggling to keep my composure. “Soldiers aren’t usually granted leave without an important reason. I’m afraid I won’t be able to accompany her.”
The Duke only smiled knowingly. “That’s already been taken care of,” he said with a wink. “The King and Queen have approved it personally.”
His tone was light, but to me, it felt like a mocking laugh from fate—a cruel twist that cut deeper than any blade.
This was all wrong—completely out of line.
I clenched my fists, forcing myself to steady my rag
