#12. At the Edge of a Dream

#12. At the Edge of a Dream

Endless waves of green rushed past as swiftly as the fierce wind whistling by their ears. Amid the gloomy scenery, Julian drew Eleonore, whose posture had been thrown off by the rough ride, back into his arms.

‘Her body is so cold.’

Chilled by the steady spring rain, her soft body was gradually losing its warmth.

She was already covered in scrapes here and there. Even now, a thin red line marred her flawless white neck.

It would have been hard even for an ordinary person. It must have been especially difficult for a noble young lady raised in luxury.

Gazing at Eleonore’s face, her long lashes resting against each other, Julian dug his heels into his horse’s flanks and urged it on even harder.

When Julian finally arrived at House Béarn’s townhouse,

the knights guarding the main gate were startled first by the silver-haired man, then all over again by the young lady in his arms.

“I am Julian de la Balatier. I’ve rescued Lady Eleonore, so open the gate at once.”...