章 50: The Marks

With determination in his stride, Damien hurried inside the mansion, passing through the well-lit hallway with little awareness of his surroundings. Exhausted from the harrowing abduction ordeal and still dazed from the effects of the sleeping powder, Rosalie had remained fast asleep since the duke cradled her in his arms. After making all the necessary arrangements for the investigation of the border crossing case, Damien decided to personally escort his unconscious fiancee back to his mansion.

As he approached the girl's bedroom with a resolute air, he noticed Richard catching up to him, his face displaying a mix of fear and concern upon realizing that Lady Ashter had once again lost consciousness.

"Your Grace! What in the world happened?"

"No time for explanations, Richard. Send a footman to fetch Revered Altair as soon as possible."

Finally, the butler paused as his hand reached for the bedroom door, and he offered his lord a somewhat awkward look.