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 clearโshe had been neglecting her training lately. Her stamina had dropped significantly.
Oliver sat beside her, gently wiping the sweat from her forehead. โI heard you lost your temper today,โ he remarked.
โYes,โ Isolde turned to face him. โGot a problem with that?โ
โRegret,โ Oliver sighed.
โRegret? Itโs not too late. She hasnโt left yet,โ Isolde huffed.
โI regret not witnessing your moment of glory firsthand,โ he teased, giving her nose a playful pinch. โWhat did you think I meant?โ
โI thought youโd be reluctant to see her go,โ Isolde chuckled.
Oliver scoffed. โI wanted her gone ages ago. If you hadnโt stepped in, I wouldโve thrown her out myself.โ His voice carried an unmistakable edgeโhis home had no place for another woman, not even in name.
โSheโs still here for now, but I doubt sheโll last another two days,โ Isolde mused.
โI heard Arthur had some harsh words today.โ
โHattie told you?โ
โMm.โ A fleeting chill flickered in Oliverโs gaze.
Isolde propped her forehead against her hand. โDid Hattie also tell you that I had harsher words for him?โ
โShe said you stood up for me.โ
โIโm protective.โ
โThank you.โ Oliverโs smile softened, warm and genuine.
โI thought youโd blame me for bringing that up.โ After all, when he was publicly rejected, he had kept his emotions in check, but she knewโhe had felt humiliated.
โBlame 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. โMorning court tomorrow?โ
Cristinaโs 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. โThereโs 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 Oliverโto 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, โGo ahead. I can already guess what tricks sheโll tryโnothing worth worrying about.โ
โI have nothing to say to her.โ
โEnd things properly.โ
โLady Isolde, are you afraid of offending Allan?โ Hattie asked.
โItโs not about fear,โ Isolde replied calmly. โAllan has always been good to Oliver, treating him like his own grandson. Heโs been kind to usโI respect that. Why offend him over something so trivial? Itโs not worth it.โ
Oliver found her reasoning sound. โFine. Iโll 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. โCan you guess what Cristina is planning?โ
โI can.โ
โThe usualโcry, scream, threaten suicide?โ
โShe wouldnโt do that in front of Oliver. Sheโs always looked down on him. She wouldnโt lower herself like that. No, sheโll hold her head high and make a grand accusation. If Iโm not mistaken, sheโs probably burning incense in the room right now.โ
Hattieโs expression darkened. โIncense? Thatโs low.โ
โThatโs the only way she can stay in the Valen family.โ
โSheโs not afraid youโll make her suffer?โ
โArthur might believe her, but she doesnโt believe I will. A pampered noblewoman like her knows the world. She thinks that if she and Oliverโฆconsummate their relationship, he will protect her.โ
Isolde pondered for a moment before beckoning Hattie closer. Lowering her voice, she whispered, โHattie, if she really has lit the incense, donโt rush in right away. Letโs see if he can resist it.โ
โGood point.โ Hattie turned and left.
Cristinaโs 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 goโif 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 seemedโฆ.different. The man she had once dismissed, the man she had never deemed worthyโwas 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 demeanorโeverything 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 Oliverโshe 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 Allanโs, Cristina carefully applied her makeup, meticulously painting her brows, dressing herself in a deep red gown. In the copper mirror, her reflection was exquisiteโflawless skin, delicate features, a beauty far superior to Isoldeโs. She did not believe Oliver would remain unmoved.
โLady Cristina, heโs here,โ Mell hurried in.
Cristinaโs eyes sharpened. In a steady voice, she commanded, โLight 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.
โThe wind is strong,โ they murmured. โLady Cristina is delicate.โ