Dylan and Natasha arrived in Blumedale the same night Andrew's orders were sent back to Jayrodale. They were accompanied by none other than the semi-martial king himself—Reuben.

"Mr. Lloyd, that opportunity you mentioned… the one that could set me free—what is it exactly?" Reuben asked eagerly the moment he saw Andrew.

Andrew waved his hand and said, "No rush. I haven't figured it out yet, but it won't be long."

Reuben held back his excitement and simply nodded, saying nothing more. The more time he spent around Andrew, the more he realized just how unfathomable this man truly was.

Back when he followed Elon to storm Jayrodale, he had been taught a brutal lesson. Now, there was not a shred of resentment left in him—only fear and awe.

After all, a man who dared to kill a direct descendant of the Haywoods would have no problem ending him with a snap of his fingers.

Reuben had only martial skills but no powerful family backing him—if Andrew ever wanted him dead, he would not la