Chapitre 202: Stalking Squire

Andrew moved his feet up and down the stalls. Neighboring horses neighed. They obviously weren't used to such a commotion. Andrew, meanwhile, seemed unconcerned with their distress or his hands, which continued to rub against each other. His fingers began to ache as much as his soles.

On the other side of the wooden doors, Mainfield's guards waited to escort him to the servants' lodgings as they previously did with all his men. He barely managed to buy some extra time by saying the princess' horse was extremely needy like the princess herself. The guards laughed along with him and agreed to wait outside.

What good was a guard or a captain of the guards if he wasn't near the person he sought to protect? What good was he sleeping in those quarters on the other side of the courtyard? She could die thousands of times before he could reach her.