Ophelia kept close to the castle guards, patiently awaiting news from the border. She continued to look out into the distance at where Nigel would march from should he succeed in getting past the border.
It was calm, but it didn't help to stop Ophelia from worrying.
Ophelia's attention was split between worrying about the border and Dante's time in the palace.
"I think we shall be fine. Joel has never defeated Lord Hastings, and while your husband isn't present, I trust his men can do well. I have seen them train, and they are talented."
Ophelia looked back at where Theo sat with Alice behind him. "I still worry. If anything happens, it is all on my shoulders to get everyone to safety. I do believe Nigel will fall."
Despite how much Ophelia thought of Joel as a fool, he was wiser than Nigel when it came to battle. If Joel couldn't beat Dante's army, there was no way Nigel could beat them unless he had other support.
