Suleiman's arms were strong and firm, and he gently placed Mrs. Lorna on the bed.
The robe on her body was loose and messy due to the previous commotion, revealing her snow-white neck and slightly rising chest.
The air is filled with the lady's elegant fragrance.
Mrs. Lorna was exhausted mentally and physically at this moment, her eyes were empty, like a frightened lamb.
"You..." are safe for the time being, madam." Suleiman's voice was calm and he bowed slightly: "It's time for me to say goodbye, madam. I have to take people out of the castle and station them outside the city."
Before he finished speaking, a cold and soft hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.
The force was not strong, but it carried a desperate stubbornness, like a drowning man grabbing the last piece of driftwood.
"No... Mr. Suleiman!" Mrs. Lorna's voice was as thin as a gnat, with a strong nasal sound. Tears welled up uncontrollably again, blurring her vision. "Please, Mr. Suleiman... don't go... don't leave me alone... can you help me?"
Her body trembled slightly, and the fear and humiliation just now overwhelmed her again like a tide.
Her husband and her husband's father died in the war, and there were wolves outside. Everyone wanted her property and the land in her hands. She felt like a lonely boat on the sea, helpless.
Suleiman stopped and turned around.
He looked at her tear-filled eyes. There was no trace of the pride and tenacity of the noble lady in the past, only pure despair.
He was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his other hand and gently landed on her long hair that was messy due to panic.
The lady did not resist. Her hair was soft and had a faint fragrance. He gently stroked it to comfort the poor woman.
"The granaries in the city are empty. I will allocate enough food to you." Suleiman said, his voice still calm, but with a touch of imperceptible tenderness. "Enough for your castle to tide over the difficulties."
Mrs. Lorna's body was shaken. She did not pay attention to his offensive behavior, nor did she move away the hand that touched her hair. This seemed insignificant in the face of her extreme panic and despair.
She raised her head suddenly, her eyes bursting with hope.
"Really?" she asked in a trembling voice, as if grasping at straws. "You... are you really willing to help me?"
"I do, ma'am." Suleiman replied affirmatively.
Mrs. Lorna burst into tears again, but this time they were tears of gratitude.
She clasped her hands together, faced Suleiman, and whispered weakly but excitedly, "Thank you, Master Suleiman. I will remember your kindness and I will definitely repay you."
Mrs. Lorna leaned her head against the palm of Suleiman, feeling the temperature and gentle soothing of his palm.
Suleiman's tenderness and commitment instantly relaxed her tense nerves.
She raised her face slightly and looked at him with tearful eyes. The outline of Suleiman appeared particularly clear. His face was so reassuring.
Suleiman nodded slightly and withdrew the hand that was stroking her hair, but the poor woman grabbed it back and put it on her head.
Suleiman:"..."
He had no choice but to awkwardly take out a piece of folded parchment from his arms, and then unfold it with difficulty.
There are some names written densely on the paper.
He handed the paper to Mrs. Lorna and said calmly, "Madam, the reason why your castle is in such chaos is because of these people."
"They killed your old housekeeper and his family and took away the food in order to create chaos."
"They privately incited the soldiers and spread rumors, just to steal your property and take away your land."
Mrs. Lorna's eyes fell on the parchment, and those unfamiliar names made her feel dizzy.
She couldn't see clearly and didn't want to see clearly.
The horrific experience she had just experienced made her full of resistance to anything related to violence and conspiracy.
She didn't think about why Suleiman had such a list in her hands.
She shook her head tiredly and put her head on Suleiman's palm.
She didn't even take the piece of paper, she just looked at Suleiman, her eyes full of dependence and submission.
"I... I don't know, Master Suleiman." Her voice was crying and full of dependence. "I don't know anything... Please, please handle it. I leave everything to you."
"You decide. It's all up to you."
The lady obediently took the pen and paper and signed her name.
Suleiman folded the parchment again and put it back in his arms.
"You have a good rest, madam." His voice slowed down. "No one will disturb you tonight. I will leave my soldiers in the castle."
Mrs. Lorna didn't respond, she just held his hand and wouldn't let go.
Her breathing gradually calmed down, and it seemed that she could find a moment of peace by his side.
Suleiman stood quietly for a while until the lady fell asleep.
He gently withdrew his hand.
Mrs. Lorna seemed to have noticed it in her sleep. She frowned slightly and murmured vaguely, "Don't... don't go... little Suleiman."
Suleiman sighed and looked at her sleeping face with complex eyes.
He carefully covered her with the quilt, then put her hands back into the quilt, tucked the corner of the quilt for her, stood up and left.
The bedroom door was gently opened by him, and then closed again quietly.
Outside the door, some soldiers led by Lushen had already stood waiting.
"Secure this place and control the inner fort." Suleiman ordered in a low voice. "No one is allowed to enter without my order."
"Yes, Master Suleiman!" Lushen responded in a deep voice.
Suleiman stopped staying, turned around and walked towards the courtyard, handing the list in his hand to Bronn who appeared sneakily.
He said nothing.
"As you wish, Suleiman." Bronn took the list and disappeared into the shadows.
Suleiman was a little silent. He looked at Mrs. Lorna's garden. It could be seen that she liked flowers and plants very much and put a lot of energy into them.
He walked in, sat down, plucked a rose, put it on the tip of his nose, gently smelled its fragrance, and enjoyed a moment of tranquility.
He no longer knew whether it was right or wrong, so he could only move forward.
A burst of rapid and chaotic footsteps approached from far away, breaking the tranquility around him.
Roslyn strode to Suleiman who was sitting on the grass in the garden.
He bent down, supported his knees with both hands, gasped for air, and pointed at the way he came.
His expression was anxious, but he couldn't say a word. Veins on his forehead popped out from the anxiety.
Suleiman looked at his devastated look, but did not make a sound to urge him, just waited quietly.
Finally, Roslyn took a deep breath and calmed down slightly. "Master Suleiman! A patrol of soldiers just came to report! There is an old monk who is burying the mountain of Wildlings heads you piled up! And he also destroyed the stone monument you erected!"
He raised his head suddenly, his eyes filled with incredible anger.
Burying their enemies! How many brothers died in their hands! And destroying stone tablets! Offending the authority of Lord Suleiman!
But he saw that his Suleiman master's expression did not seem to have changed at all.
He just looked at himself quietly, as if waiting for his breathing to subside.