Chapter 4

I gripped the cold iron in my palm, lost in thought. The commander was the Earl's man. And Isabelle was the Earl's daughter.

Alexander hadn't just sent me away to clear the path for his wedding; he likely intended for me to have a "fatal accident" on the battlefield.

It was the perfect out. He'd be free of our engagement; he'd look the part of the grieving fiancé while I was hailed as a "fallen hero," and my father's hold on the military would be shaken once his only heir was gone.

Two birds with one stone. Alexander, you really…