Orion’s POV

I didn’t dare meet Ember’s eyes. The Northern Duke’s words had been far too direct, and I was certain she’d caught the meaning beneath them.

They called it just ‘accompany’, but we all knew what it really was—a carefully arranged matchmaking trip.

“Ah… you see,” I began awkwardly, struggling to keep my composure, “soldiers aren’t usually granted leave without an important reason. I’m afraid I won’t be able to accompany her.”

The Duke only smiled ...