Chapter 138: Now Or Never
The carriage rolled along the cobblestone path, its pace leisurely as the driver skillfully guided the horses towards the grand mansion. Alex and Rafe attentively tended to Meredith inside the carriage, ensuring her comfort and well-being.
Meanwhile, Drystan rode alongside, his mighty warhorse leading the carriage. He haled with him the horses that belonged to Rafe and Alex, bringing them along on their journey.
The guards recognised the familiar emblem of the carriage as they approached the main gate and swiftly granted them passage. One of the guards hastened towards the mansion, eager to deliver the news of the carriage’s arrival.
Within moments, the mansion stirred with activity as Lord Grey, Meredith’s father, Rania, her loyal personal maid, and the entire household servants rushed out to welcome the visitors.
The carriage stopped in the grand foyer, and the driver swiftly descended, opening the carriage door efficiently. All eyes turned to the sight that unfolded before them—an imposing figure clad in knightly attire emerged from the carriage, cradling Meredith gently in his arms.
The sight left the mansion’s occupants awestruck, their astonishment evident on their faces.
"Mer! Oh, my dear little girl! You’re back!" Lord Grey’s voice trembled with overwhelming emotion as tears glistened in his eyes. He rushed forward, his concern etched on his face. "Are you all right?"
Lord Grey had traversed a long and challenging path in his relentless pursuit of his only child’s freedom. Desperate, he had pleaded with His Majesty, the King, but his efforts seemed futile.
The gravity of the accusations against Meredith made it an arduous task to secure her release. Even the fan club members, who had previously rallied in protest, now remained silent, fully aware of the dire consequences that befell their president.
Fearful of facing similar repercussions, their families had forbidden them from congregating and restricted their movements to the confines of their residences. They ventured out only when they were summoned to the palace for interrogations.
Still clinging tightly to Alex’s neck, Meredith turned her attention to her father. Her voice, though weary, held a note of assurance.