Predatory Marriage (Web Novel)

Chapter 313 – Isha (13)

Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan

The slave rescue had been a complete success. For a while at least, there would be no more Kurkan slaves seen in Estia.

Leah beamed, unable to hide her jubilation. She wanted to grab someone and tell them what she had done, and how proud she was of what they had achieved. But as always, she had to settle for imagining it.

It would not be a good thing if it was known that the Princess of Estia was secretly sneaking out of the palace.

Her stepmother Cerdina strictly controlled all her comings and goings, and severely chastised any recklessness. If it werent for the help of Count Valtein and her ladies-in-waiting, Leah would have spent her life locked in her palace.

But today, she couldnt mind it too much. Her heart was singing with joy.

Leah slipped into the palace garden well before sunrise with a smile on her face. The sun hadnt risen yet, and the garden was very still and somehow somber, pale green with the early season.

She rubbed her arms, suddenly chilly.

There was no sign of anything moving, but suddenly she felt strange. Leah came to an abrupt halt at the sight of Blain, standing in the middle of the garden.

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He was supposed to be going hunting with his grandfather, Count Weddleton. She hadnt expected to see him at the palace for a few days. Dressed in hunting clothes, there was something strange about him, beyond his sudden appearance.

Leahs lips trembled.

At first glance, it might seem a trick of the garden lights. But even as she blinked and looked again, it was unmistakable. Blains hair was a shining, golden blond.

Blains head turned as he felt her gaze. His eyes burned with anger.

“Leah!”

His voice shattered the silence of the early morning, and he strode toward her, lifting his hand.

“……!”

Reflexively, Leah ducked, her eyes squeezing shut. But fortunately, this time he didnt slap her. Instead, he grabbed her by the hair, shoving his face into hers.

“Open your eyes.”

She opened her eyes. Beyond his blue eyes, blazing with anger, she could still see that golden hair. There wasnt a single strand of silver.