Rosemary, with fragrant hair and elegant makeup, appeared disheveled at that moment. Her chest was exposed, and her eyes, though panicked, were trying hard to maintain composure.

She pointed at the courtyard and laughed coquettishly to the leader of the rebels, “My lord, I’ve helped you break into The Commander's Manor. Don’t forget the promise you made to me.”

The rebel leader laughed heartily, slapping her on the backside. “Not bad, little wench. I ...