ian

accuse Gillian of being an imposter. How very interesting. Would a loyal ser

ed to see how this girl, Gillian, would react when push

servants grabbed my arms. Their grip was like ir

was nothing compared to theirs. My cloak was torn from

y! Drag her away! Don't let her dist

ervants, annoyed with my res

lost my balance

ing so tightly flew from my

ealing its contents-the man's uniform, stained dark

t the pure white snow. On the uniform's shoulder, the

street fe

o drag me away, froze. Their eyes were f

ld, she knew exactly what that was. It was a banner that only the h

s back. Shouldn't this have been destroyed along with her other identity whe

trying to protect a priceless treasure. I reached out, my hand trembli

I wept openly. "Wasn't it enough for them to steal your gl

niform!" "What is wrong with this family? They dare to lay hand

illian were an imposter, where would she have obtained this unique, bl

argue. "This... this must have been stolen! To fa

a lone woman steal the personal effects of a hig

you certain this was stolen? This banner was personally bestowed by the High Sovereign himself las

at pouring down her face. Her l

knew Martha was lying, but as long as no one with mo

sobs and cold. I looked utterly helpless, utterly pitiful. I

, powerful hoofbeats echoed fr

c. This was no ordinary hors

s drawn to the sound, a

magnificent black steed, burst through the snow like a

anking officer of the border army, still spat

t was cle

angle no one could see, a

y here, Reyno