The air was tense. Lady Rose's outburst still lingered in the wind, and it was obvious to everyone present that things were going downhill fast.
Villagers whispered harshly behind her back, their stares growing colder with each breath she took.
Many had paused their tasks, eyes fixed on her with an intensity that was less curiosity and more calculation—how best to deal with an unwelcome noble disrupting their peace.
Kyle remained calm, but his fingers curled slightly.
He could read the mood well—Lady Rose wouldn't survive much longer here if something wasn't done soon.
And while part of him felt nothing for her struggle, he hadn't forgotten his plan.
He still needed her. Or more precisely, her influence over her father's army.
If he played his cards right, she could be the key to gaining manpower without suspicion.
But not if she got herself killed—or worse, caused a scene big enough to ruin everything.
He was about to speak when it moved.
