Jess's response was a curt nod, her silence more telling than any words could be. Janet's perceptive eyes noted the turmoil beneath Jess's icy facade. Stepping closer, she took Jess's hand in a reassuring grasp.
"Don't worry," Janet said with a comforting tone. "Roland understands people's hearts. He isn't a typical ruthless ruler who oppresses his wives. You won't be imprisoned here."
"And you can get resources to practice.Just look at me.I wasn't even a practitioner but Roland dragged me and now I am a 1st rank warrior."
Jess's expression shifted, a flicker of skepticism crossing her face. The noble's reassurances seemed hollow to her, a deceptive balm for her unease.
At that moment, a deliberate cough cut through the murmur of conversation. Heads turned towards the entrance, where Roland stood framed in the doorway.
His appearance was striking and commanding.
