Chapter 367 - Three Hundred And Sixty Six

Chapter 367: Chapter Three Hundred And Sixty Six

Kade stood at strict attention at the foot of the bed. He looked at Damon, his expression turning incredibly serious. The joy in his eyes was replaced by a look of caution and slight disbelief.

Kade spoke, his voice low and careful. "The lady is terrifying, my lord."

Damon leaned his head back against the tall headboard. He did not look angry at Kade’s bold statement. Instead, a look of genuine curiosity crossed his face. He crossed his arms loosely over his bandaged chest.

Damon spoke, "How so?"

Kade took a small step forward, lowering his voice even more, as if he were afraid someone might be listening outside the door. He remembered the chaos of the ambush, the loud bang of the strange weapon, and the cold, deadly look in Camilla’s eyes.

Kade replied, "I don’t know if you saw the way she held that weapon, my lord. She held it like she has been holding it for a very long time. It was not the clumsy grip of a beginner. Her stance was perfect. Her focus was completely steady. And her precision was accurate. She did not miss. She even knew how to refill it."

Damon listened quietly. He pictured Camilla in his mind. He remembered the confident way she moved, the sharp calculations in her eyes, and the secret she had just confessed to him about her past life.

Damon spoke, a soft, encouraging tone in his voice. "Go on."

Kade swallowed hard. His hands formed tight fists at his sides as he recalled the darkest moments of that terrible day.

Kade continued, "When we brought you home, there was so much blood. They placed you on this bed, and I honestly thought we were going to lose you. I specifically asked Dr. Aris before he could enter the house if he would be able to save you."

Kade paused, closing his eyes for a brief second as the painful memory washed over him. He looked back at Damon.

"He replied saying he has never encountered such an incident before," Kade explained, his voice thick with emotion. "With the information he gathered about the ambush, he told me directly that he is not sure if he can save you. He had no hope, my lord. None of us did."

Damon’s dark brown eyes softened. He could only imagine the panic and despair that had filled his home while he lay unconscious in the dark.

"But she did not give up," Kade said, his voice dropping to a quiet whisper. "When she came out of this room to the dungeon to see the assassin we captured, I saw her hands. I saw blood on her fingertips. Your blood, my lord. And her hands were trembling."

Damon felt a sudden, sharp ache in his chest that had nothing to do with his physical injury. Hearing that Camilla’s hands were trembling struck him deeply. She was a hardened, skilled fighter. She was a woman who claimed to feel nothing, a woman who said she would kill him if he betrayed her. Yet, the thought of losing him had made her hands shake. She had been terrified.

Kade paused to take a deep breath and continue his report. He needed Damon to understand exactly what kind of woman was now leading the household.

"The assassin we captured wouldn’t talk," Kade explained, his face turning slightly pale at the memory. "He was a trained professional. He was prepared to die in silence. My men tried to question him, we tried every torture device but he kept his mouth shut. So, Lady Camilla stepped in."

Kade looked at the floor for a moment, shifting his weight nervously. "She developed a torture technique, my lord. It was quiet. It was cold. It was something I had never seen in all my years of military service. She did not yell, and she did not lose her temper. She simply broke his mind until it forced the truth right out of his mouth."

Kade stopped speaking. He expected his general to look concerned, worried, or even disgusted by the brutal actions of his wife. But when Kade looked up, he was entirely shocked by what he saw.

There was a smile on Damon’s lips.

It was not a small, polite smile. It was a wide, proud, and incredibly warm smile. Damon’s eyes were shining with deep affection and immense pride. He looked like a man who had just been told his wife had conquered an entire kingdom for him.

"Continue," Damon encouraged, his deep voice smooth and relaxed.

Kade blinked, completely baffled by his commander’s reaction, but he followed his orders and kept speaking.

Kade continued, "After she got the truth from the assassin, she did not stop there. She used that information immediately. She made sure General Howe was arrested by the royal guards. The royal court moved swiftly. Now, the general is about to face trial, and because of the evidence she arranged, he will soon be executed."

Damon’s smile grew even wider. A soft, breathless laugh escaped his lips. He looked up at the ceiling, his heart swelling with an overwhelming amount of love.

He thought to himself, "She did all of this for me. While I was lying here helpless, she stood up, took command, and destroyed our enemies. She protected my house. She protected my men. She protected me."

"She did all these alone while I was unconscious?" Damon asked softly, his voice full of deep wonder and respect. The smile on his face slowly faded into a look of serious, tender realization. "She must have suffered a lot. Carrying that heavy burden all by herself, surrounded by enemies, trying to keep me alive..."

Damon fell silent for a moment. His mind began to work quickly. He was a military general, and he knew how dangerous the royal court could be. Camilla had used strange skills, made contact with the strange iron weapon, and advanced torture methods. If the royal investigators or rival houses started asking too many questions, they would quickly realize that Lady Camilla was not a normal noblewoman. They would call her a witch, a spy, or a threat to the crown. They would hunt her down.

Damon’s expression serious. He looked sharply at his lieutenant.

"Kade," Damon spoke, his voice carrying absolute authority. "Send a letter to Doctor Aris immediately. Tell him to keep whatever the lady did in this room a secret."