Chloe made her way directly to Count Weiss’s study. Upon hearing her account of the crisis, he fell silent, a look of disbelief on his face. He rose to stand by the window, lost in thought, before returning to kneel before her.
“When we were both young cadets, we swore an oath,” he began.
“And what was that oath?”
“If ever one of us brought great dishonor upon our house, the other would offer an apology in his stead.”
A faint smile graced Chloe’s lips. “I presume such vows were meant for the battlefield, where one might forfeit his life.”
“Indeed, that was the original intent, but it seems appropriate to extend the sentiment now. I offer my apologies on his behalf, Your Majesty.”
“Please rise, Lord Weiss.” Chloe extended her hand to the still figure of Count Weiss, who finally rose to his feet. He was not only Damien’s faithful subordinate but also a dear friend, and his demeanor revealed his profound concern.
“His Majesty will make a swift recovery.”
