Too Kind To Her

The black-clad girl, Miss Darya, shifted her long legs on the horse, seemingly feeling a bit uneasy. Finally, she smiled and said, "Orhan, you always like to scare me. My dad won't listen to Uncle Cemal! Didn't he used to love talking to us about those Sacred Treasures? Now I've brought one back alive — with an extra Saintess! My dad would praise me endlessly. What's there to fear from Persia's troops? Persian doesn't dare offend us, right?" Darya slightly squinted her eyes, smiling at Orhan in a pleasing manner, as if a younger sister trying to please her older brother. If she had a tail, it would probably be wagging right now. Watching this long-legged sister unconsciously exuding her natural charm, Orhan sighed, "The Lord hasn't made a statement. Miss, go ask the Lord yourself. I'm just arranging defensive measures for Javanshir Fortress... The Sacred Treasures... If they were really that miraculous, how could Tong Yabghu Qaghan have failed? Miss, it's just a symbol... The Ashina's rise has been built on the lives and swords of people." He glanced at Lucas and Ariana, and this time, there was no particular expression in his eyes. "Let me take care of these two for now. Let's see how the Lord decides in the end."

Suddenly, Orhan's face turned serious, and he sternly shouted at the guards behind Darya, "Take them into the Fortress and lock them in the dungeon!" This young man, who was initially had a gentle yet somewhat helpless tone when speaking to Darya, suddenly turned cold! The look he gave them was as icy as the weather outside!

Darya widened her eyes, hearing the resounding agreement from her men behind. Several men jumped off their horses, intending to grab Ariana. Lucas, equally wide-eyed, suddenly leaped off the sled! No one expected this guy, who had suffered such a severe injury and lazily laid on the sled enjoying the care of beautiful women all day, to jump up so agilely!

Lucas threw a punch that sent one of the men, whose arm extended the farthest, tumbling head over heels. Perhaps it triggered his wound, as pain twisted his face. The unlucky fellow, struck by Lucas, tumbled several steps and ended up sitting in the snow!

Lucas fiercely surveyed the surroundings, completely ignoring the fresh blood seeping from his wound. He firmly stood in front of Ariana and declared, "You can imprison or kill us as you like, but if anyone dares to touch my woman, I'll knock out half of his teeth!"

Ariana shuddered.

And Darya also couldn't believe her eyes as she watched this injured guy exhibiting such boldness at this moment. Wasn't he just an Ariana's guard? No wonder they looked like couple along the way...

But seeing him jump onto the sled, fiercely guarding his 'prey' like an injured leopard, all the muscles seemed to pulsate beneath his thick clothes. And that girl with the golden hair leaned delicately against his feet, seemingly entrusting everything to him. Why did she suddenly feel a bit envious?

Orhan coldly snorted.

And Lucas also looked back at him defiantly, helping Ariana to stand up. "No need for you to escort us. We'll go on our own! Where's the dungeon? Lead the way!" Ariana looked at him, leaning gently against his body.

Watching the two of them supporting each other, limping through the snowy field under the surveillance of the guards, slowly heading towards Javanshir Fortress. Ariana's golden hair danced onto Lucas' face in the cold wind. Darya, somewhat dazed, rode on her horse. After a while, she managed to say, "She still has the precious Stardust Amulet from the Persia..."

Orhan's expression became somewhat distant, gently stroking the neck of his beloved horse. "Miss, before the Lord makes a decision, let's not touch this thing. The item is big trouble..."

Seemingly unconsciously, he muttered to himself, "This guy stopped a hit from Cyrus' sword? Really want to spar with him..."

"Doesn't it hurt when you jump up with your wounds?" Ariana asked in a low voice. In the unfriendly gaze of everyone around, the girl remained calm and composed.

"Damn, it hurts like hell!... Can't we turn back and ride the sled in?"

Darya watched as Lucas limped away, supporting Ariana in the snowy landscape. Gripping the whip tightly in her hand, her face turned red, contemplating something unknown. On the other hand, Orhan simply smiled, his voice softened, "Miss, after such a long journey back, it's better to rest early. I have prepared some gadgets just bought from the Roman and some Greek musicians trained by the noble family. Would you like to listen to their music and songs? "

However, Darya suddenly turned around, meeting Orhan's gentle gaze, "No! I want to see my father and ask him what he really thinks!" Orhan was taken aback, "The Lord is still angry with you. If you go now..."

Darya looked at him stubbornly, determination shining in her eyes, "No! I brought them back to the Javanshir Fortress, and if there's any wrongdoing, it's mine! We can't treat them like this! I'll go see my father!"

With that, she raised the reins, ready to charge into the fortress. Orhan grabbed her reins, his eyes showing a hint of anger but suppressing it, "They are Persian, we are Turkic. It's only natural to treat them this way. Have you forgotten the teachings of the Lord? Miss, they shouldn't have been trouble for our Javanshir Fortress from the beginning!"

Darya forcefully pulled away from his grip, "At least Lucas is not a Persian!" Ignoring Orhan's attempt to stop her, she spurred her horse and galloped straight into the fortress. Orhan stood there, watching the snow kicked up by her black horse, sighing deeply. A trusted aide approached him, whispering, "Commander, you know the temper of the young miss. She is the true descendant of the Lord. Maybe you should let her be..."

Orhan's face turned ashen, and he coldly asked, "Is that Persian princess's guard called Lucas?" Several guards nodded silently. Orhan snorted, "Why would Miss..."

One of the guards let out a long sigh, "Commander, you are just too kind to Miss."