Chapter 155: Suffocating Hearts

Leroy ignored her question, his jaw set as he carried her from the dining hall. Morning light slanted through tall windows, painting them in soft gold.

Lorraine’s morning gown brushed against his sleeve, the pale fabric shifting with every step. He wore no armor, no sword, only the ease of morning attire, and for once, they looked less like players on a battlefield and more like a man and a woman.