Chapter 180: The Broken Vases
True to her word, Lara accompanied the old woman back to her village as the sun dipped lower in the sky. She glanced over her shoulder and blinked in surprise—Aramis was following closely behind on horseback.
"Hey, what are you doing? Aren’t you guarding Prince Alaric?" she asked with narrowed eyes.
"Ahem." Aramis cleared his throat. "The Prince said you are his physician, so keeping you safe is my responsibility." Aramis then nudged his horse and led it close to the carriage.
Lara sighed. She was not used to someone trailing beside her. It was okay in the past because she was delivering an important message, but that mission was already completed, and there was no need for Aramis to be her shadow.
"Can you go back and tell the prince you do not need to follow me around? I can take care of myself, you know," she gestured toward the road they had passed.
Aramis held up both hands in mock surrender. "Believe me, I’d love to. Why don’t you tell him yourself?"
Lara rolled her eyes. She did not want to argue anymore.
"Just treat me like I am invisible."
Lara ignored him. Without another word, she turned her attention back to the carriage and helped the frail old woman climb aboard. Grandma Arlina’s limbs trembled as she tried to lift herself up, her steps uncertain on the wooden foothold.