Chapter 80

Pulling his hood, Cory went out of the carriage as he crumpled the message. “Give me a horse, now!”

The knight rushed away, leaving Cory and the wondering coachman. But Cory knew that it would still take to get a horse. His train of thoughts was interrupted by the loud clacking noise of the horse’s horseshoe.

“Hey, give me that horse.”

The widening eyes of the old coachman were the last thing that he did before Cory dropped a pouch of gold coins in front of him.

Cory saw it all. How Victoria bid her farewell to her vassals and how she walked with conviction into the merchant ship. All those times, his golden eyes followed her as he stood at the darkest part of the ship’s deck. He discreetly followed as a guide walked with her to her cabin.

Cory stayed outside her cabin, his back on her door with his sword on display. He needed to be alert, Merillia might send an assassin for Victoria. But the chances were slim si