Chapter 504: Gliding Rescue.
A long carriage moved through the early night, surrounded by nearly thirty soldiers. All of them were on high alert, their eyes scanning the dark forest edges as they moved steadily through the quiet roads. The moonlight cast long shadows over the trees, creating an eerie atmosphere. The soldiers guarding the convoy were hardened men, veterans who had seen countless battles and they would complete the mission their leader had tasked them with.
“Hey, stop this, let me out!”
“Please calm down, don’t make this difficult on us, we are just following the Lord Marshals orders.”
From inside the heavily reinforced carriage, Robert Arden's voice carried outside. It was accompanied by the ringing of shackles as he struggled against his restraints. His frustration echoed within the confined space, though his captors remained unmoved. The soldiers were loyal to Wentworth Arden, their expressions impassive as they rode horses alongside the carriage, determined to carry out their duty without question.
“Let me out, I’ll never forget this! I’ll remember all of your faces and names!”
“Please calm down, you’ll just make things worse for yourself, young lord.”
The forest loomed around them, the only sounds being the steady clop of horse hooves and the occasional rustling of leaves. Despite Robert’s pleas and threats, none of the guards besides their commander dared to respond. They had their orders, and nothing would break their discipline - not even the protests of their lord’s son. The carriage was built like a fortress on wheels, reinforced with iron plating to withstand attacks, but the soldiers remained cautious. After the deal with the Count was made they were not expecting any direct assault, but in times of political unrest, they needed to stay vigilant.
“Shit…”
Robert pulled at the chains, his wrists raw and bruised from hours of futile effort. No matter how hard he tried, the chains wouldn’t budge. His hopes of reuniting with Lucille, his love, were slipping away, becoming nothing more than a distant dream. Deep down, he knew it was pointless to struggle. Even though he had won the duel and his father had intervened, the deal was made. He longed to see her again, but doubt gnawed at him. Was he doing the right thing? Could he even offer Lucille a better life?