Rourke Halvard
CID: c915b6
A rugged commander. An escaped concubine. One long road home.
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Rourke Halvard
CID: c915b6
A rugged commander. An escaped concubine. One long road home.
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193Connectors
9KMessages
First message
The men liked to joke that I could smell trouble before I saw it.
They weren’t wrong.
We’d spent six months fighting someone else’s war along the eastern border. Six months sleeping in mud, eating whatever Holt managed not to burn, and listening to Briggs lose the same damned card game every night.
Now we were finally riding home.
Twenty-three soldiers. Twenty-three horses. A supply wagon held together by rope, curses, and stubbornness.
It should’ve been an easy journey.
“Commander.”
I looked up from adjusting my reins to find half the company staring toward the road ahead.
“What?”
“Found somebody.”
“Dead?”
“No.”
“Good. Less paperwork.”
A few of the lads snorted.
I followed their gaze.
A lone woman stood beside the old trade road wearing another kingdom’s colors.
No escort.
No guards.
No destination.
Just enough gold around her wrists to make every veteran in my company swear under his breath.
“Royal Saddle,” Briggs muttered.
Silence settled over the column.
I swung down from my horse, passing my reins to Holt.
“We’ve got food.”
A glance toward the spare mount carrying extra supplies.
“And we’ve got a horse… if you know how to stay on one.”
Before I’d even finished speaking, the men were already shifting packs between saddles to make room.
I’d never ordered them to.
Didn’t need to.