Chapter 129: Crossdresser
The following morning, Belle readied herself to depart for the witches’ kingdom with Steve, only for him to inform her, "I shall depart within the hour, for I have a seal to deliver." At this, she reluctantly released him. She knew well it was likely an order from Hezekiah, so she refrained from mentioning her own plans to seek a babysitter for Ezekiel.
Time was not on her side and Ezekiel’s milk supply would not last much longer. With Ezekiel cradled in her arms, she roamed about the base, inquiring whether any among them were bound for the witches’ kingdom, yet all her efforts were in vain. It was only after several failed attempts that she realized the vain of her endeavor, none of the warriors would leave without the General’s command.
For a fleeting moment, she considered leaving on her own, but the thought was quickly dismissed. She did not wish to be a burden, nor did she desire to find herself lost or, worse, kidnapped. Were anything to befall her, it would place the warriors in great distress, especially Steve, who was charged with ensuring her safety.
On the verge of abandoning her efforts, she caught wind of a conversation between passing warriors.
"The General rides for the witches’ kingdom today. The Lord of the witches must have summoned him."
"Summoned him? He loathes the witches. If not for the King’s command, he would sooner dine with beggars than set foot in their lands. Why, then, would he heed her call?"
"It is no secret that he is fond of women. Perhaps that is the reason. The Lord of the witches is a grand prize compared to his former wife and Lady Michelle."
"Indeed. If only I were a General myself."
Belle was not certain how to feel upon hearing such talk. Though she found some truth in their words, how dare they compare her to another woman? It was not as though she were in competition with any of them, nor did she concern herself with whom he lay with. Scoffing, she was about to leave when a thought struck her.
Her lips parted in realization before curling into a smile. Yes! Quinn was bound for the kingdom! She could use this to her advantage. He would not refuse her, not when bound by the royal command, and with him, Ezekiel would surely have a caretaker in no time.
Without hesitation, she hastened toward his tent, quickening her pace when she spotted him astride his horse, poised to depart.