Chapter 4: Her Mother’s Wrath
"Did he survive?" Irene asked with glossy green eyes full of unshed tears.
She was unwilling to allow them to fall out. A knight wouldn't cry over a mere encounter with a goblin. However, it didn't take away the worry she had that the man with a stump for a leg didn't survive. She had tried her very best to ensure he made it out of there safely.
"He survived, dear," her grandmother said as she put salve on the bleeding parts of Irene's scalp. "Not without your help, of course."
Her grandmother was about to lift her shirt and see the damage to her ribs, but she wouldn't stop talking.
"Then what about father—?"
Her question was answered quickly.
Before her grandmother could finish seeing the damage to Irene's body, she jumped up from the bench and rushed forward to her father. He smelled of the forest but his appearance was pristine.
"Facing a goblin is nothing for you!" she shouted in amazement and clung to the man she got her bright red hair from.
Sir Arthur grinned down at his daughter and he ruffled her hair with his large hand.
"One day it will be nothing for you as well," Arthur promised. "I already saw what you did to the ones you faced in the forest."
She had already changed her path even if it was just a small amount. That day, her father was happy. The last life she lived, he wasn't.