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Chapter 360: A Meeting with Oliver

Isolde lay sprawled on the soft training hall mat, panting heavily. She was completely drained. Before Oliver had arrived, she had already been training for over half an hour, and sparring with him had taken another thirty minutes. It was clearโ€”she had been neglecting her training lately. Her stamina had dropped significantly.

Oliver sat beside her, gently wiping the sweat from her forehead. โ€œI heard you lost your temper today,โ€ he remarked.

โ€œYes,โ€ Isolde turned to face him. โ€œGot a problem with that?โ€

โ€œRegret,โ€ Oliver sighed.

โ€œRegret? Itโ€™s not too late. She hasnโ€™t left yet,โ€ Isolde huffed.

โ€œI regret not witnessing your moment of glory firsthand,โ€ he teased, giving her nose a playful pinch. โ€œWhat did you think I meant?โ€

โ€œI thought youโ€™d be reluctant to see her go,โ€ Isolde chuckled.

Oliver scoffed. โ€œI wanted her gone ages ago. If you hadnโ€™t stepped in, I wouldโ€™ve thrown her out myself.โ€ His voice carried an unmistakable edgeโ€”his home had no place for another woman, not even in name.

โ€œSheโ€™s still here for now, but I doubt sheโ€™ll last another two days,โ€ Isolde mused.

โ€œI heard Arthur had some harsh words today.โ€

โ€œHattie told you?โ€

โ€œMm.โ€ A fleeting chill flickered in Oliverโ€™s gaze.

Isolde propped her forehead against her hand. โ€œDid Hattie also tell you that I had harsher words for him?โ€

โ€œShe said you stood up for me.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m protective.โ€

โ€œThank you.โ€ Oliverโ€™s smile softened, warm and genuine.

โ€œI thought youโ€™d blame me for bringing that up.โ€ After all, when he was publicly rejected, he had kept his emotions in check, but she knewโ€”he had felt humiliated.

โ€œBlame you? Why would I? Having someone as fierce as you on my side is an honor,โ€ he said. Having her was enough to erase any past humiliation.

Happiness glowed on his face as he gazed at her, her cheeks flushed from exertion, her eyes gleaming with vitality. Fingers entwined, Isolde rested her head on his lap and let out a long breath. โ€œMorning court tomorrow?โ€

Cristinaโ€™s matter seemed to have blown over. But not entirely. Cristina was unwilling to give up so easily. She sent word, requesting to see Oliver. He refused outright. โ€œThereโ€™s nothing to say to her.โ€

Unyielding, Cristina turned to Allan. She sincerely admitted her mistakes and declared that she was leaving, but before she left, she only wished for a final meeting with Oliverโ€”to settle past grievances so neither would hold resentment.

Allan, seeing her repentant, softened. Since she was leaving anyway, there was no harm in a last conversation. He sent word to Oliver, asking him to go.

Oliver had no intention of going. But Isolde said, โ€œGo ahead. I can already guess what tricks sheโ€™ll tryโ€”nothing worth worrying about.โ€

โ€œI have nothing to say to her.โ€

โ€œEnd things properly.โ€

โ€œLady Isolde, are you afraid of offending Allan?โ€ Hattie asked.

โ€œItโ€™s not about fear,โ€ Isolde replied calmly. โ€œAllan has always been good to Oliver, treating him like his own grandson. Heโ€™s been kind to usโ€”I respect that. Why offend him over something so trivial? Itโ€™s not worth it.โ€

Oliver found her reasoning sound. โ€œFine. Iโ€™ll go and be back soon.โ€

He grabbed a cloak, called for Miniro, and left. As soon as he stepped out, Hattie turned to Isolde. โ€œCan you guess what Cristina is planning?โ€

โ€œI can.โ€

โ€œThe usualโ€”cry, scream, threaten suicide?โ€

โ€œShe wouldnโ€™t do that in front of Oliver. Sheโ€™s always looked down on him. She wouldnโ€™t lower herself like that. No, sheโ€™ll hold her head high and make a grand accusation. If Iโ€™m not mistaken, sheโ€™s probably burning incense in the room right now.โ€

Hattieโ€™s expression darkened. โ€œIncense? Thatโ€™s low.โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s the only way she can stay in the Valen family.โ€

โ€œSheโ€™s not afraid youโ€™ll make her suffer?โ€

โ€œArthur might believe her, but she doesnโ€™t believe I will. A pampered noblewoman like her knows the world. She thinks that if she and Oliverโ€ฆconsummate their relationship, he will protect her.โ€

Isolde pondered for a moment before beckoning Hattie closer. Lowering her voice, she whispered, โ€œHattie, if she really has lit the incense, donโ€™t rush in right away. Letโ€™s see if he can resist it.โ€

โ€œGood point.โ€ Hattie turned and left.

Cristinaโ€™s schemes played out exactly as Isolde had predicted. Her belongings remained unpacked, but that evening, she sent Mell to buy aphrodisiac incense. She had to stay. Not because she had nowhere else to goโ€”if she returned home, she could still find another marriage. But after realizing she had no hope with Johnathan, after her heartbreak and despair, something changed. When Oliver returned from his victorious campaign in Zloimond, he suddenly seemedโ€ฆ.different. The man she had once dismissed, the man she had never deemed worthyโ€”was now appearing in her dreams. She no longer dreamed of Johnathan. Now, it was Oliver. Even the memories of his ragged blue robes, his defiant, unrestrained demeanorโ€”everything about him made her heart race.

Cristina knew she had made a mistake. She regretted it. But she would never admit it. She could not bear the humiliation. Unlike her obsession with Johnathan, she was convinced Oliver could never truly ignore her. She believed it was Isolde who refused to let her stay, who had seized the chance to drive her out the moment Oliver was away. Yet this time, it was different. She did not want to serve Oliverโ€”she wanted him to serve her. To love her, to worship her, to suffer for her. It was this very pain that made her fall even deeper. And so, she was willing to risk everything.

After returning from Allanโ€™s, Cristina carefully applied her makeup, meticulously painting her brows, dressing herself in a deep red gown. In the copper mirror, her reflection was exquisiteโ€”flawless skin, delicate features, a beauty far superior to Isoldeโ€™s. She did not believe Oliver would remain unmoved.

โ€œLady Cristina, heโ€™s here,โ€ Mell hurried in.

Cristinaโ€™s eyes sharpened. In a steady voice, she commanded, โ€œLight the incense.โ€

She took a piece of sandalwood, set it alight, and placed it inside. The incense began to burn. Mell and Evie dabbed oil beneath their noses as protection, then stepped aside.

The room was warm, a charcoal brazier glowing in the corner. Two candles flickered, their light casting shifting shadows across the walls. When Oliver entered, Mell and Evie greeted him and then retreated, closing the door behind them.

โ€œThe wind is strong,โ€ they murmured. โ€œLady Cristina is delicate.โ€


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