The Male Lead isn't Following the Script!

The morning air was crisp, a soft autumn breeze carrying the scent of dew and fallen leaves. The courtyard of the estate was unusually lively, yet there was a quiet sense of heaviness lingering in the air. Soldiers stood at attention, horses saddled and supplies packed, all awaiting the final moment before departure. Aaron adjusted his gloves, his expression unreadable as he exchanged a few words with the captain of the unit.

Adeline stood among the gathered family members, watching her older brother with a mixture of pride and concern. This wasn’t his first time leaving for the border, but each departure was harder than the last.

Aaron only stayed long enough for the wedding. But since that was over, he wanted to go back to the battlefield, he felt that it was his calling. When he left his home and experienced the cruelty of the battlefield, he felt like he belonged.

He belonged with his people, he felt like he was doing what nobles should be doing... Fighting for his people, with his people.

Isabelle, standing a little to the side, wore a sombre expression. She had become part of their family now, and even if she didn’t say much, her presence spoke volumes.

The servants whispered amongst themselves, casting sympathetic glances towards the young lady standing near the gate. Layla, dressed in a simple but elegant gown, clasped her hands tightly, clearly gathering her courage.

Aaron turned to his family, offering a small smile. "I’ll be back before you know it," he said, though his voice lacked its usual carefree confidence.

His father gave a sharp nod. "Make sure you do. You know your duty, Aaron."

"Of course." Aaron turned to Adeline and ruffled her hair with a chuckle. "Try not to get into too much trouble while I’m gone."

Adeline rolled her eyes, smoothing down her hair. "Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?"