Are They a Match?

Clearly, the First Prince had probably heard the sounds Natasha and he had deliberately made last night.

Of course, Nalant still wasn't sure whether the man had recognized him.

"Ah! What rotten luck!" In the end, Nalant let out a long sigh as he watched the First Prince leave.

Now that the First Prince insisted on placing a green hat on his own head, Nalant had no way to stop him.

So, everything would have to wait until he was safely out of danger.

That scene at the camp entrance was merely a small interlude. Once the prisoner cart had been hauled away, Nalant stuffed Natasha onto his warhorse, then swung into the saddle and headed straight for the center of the camp.

"Greetings, Your Majesty! Greetings, Your Highness!"

When he arrived at the center of the camp, the king was already mounted on his warhorse. What slightly surprised Nalant was that Princess Isabella had also arrived.

"Mm, Knight Kai, what happened to you?" At his greeting, the king and princess both turned to look. Isabella, who knew nothing of what had happened, immediately froze when she saw his appearance.

"Reporting to Your Highness, I accidentally struck my eye last night. I was worried I might disgrace His Majesty later, so I used an eyepatch to cover it!" Nalant lifted the eyepatch again as he explained.

Upon hearing this, Isabella's brows furrowed slightly, and then she looked toward Natasha, who was slung sideways across the warhorse.

Clearly, she had certainly guessed how Nalant had received that injury.

And when she saw Natasha's miserable, ravaged state, her brows drew together even more. The way she looked at Nalant turned somewhat colder.

"Mm!" The princess merely hummed through her nose, then made no further attempt to acknowledge Nalant.

Nalant felt