After listening to Olivia's story, Roland could not help but feel emotional.
The story was not complicated. As the commander of the border guards, Gerald Wimbledon had to go to Coldwind Ridge every year to help the church fight against the Months of Demons. During this time, he met Olivia in a tavern and they fell in love.
Of course, with Olivia's status, it was almost impossible for her to marry into the palace. Gerald did not dare to make it public, so he quietly bought a house in the town and used it as their secret love nest. Roland did not know how true their love was, but he did remember that Gerald had never had any other lovers in King's City. He had also rejected all the nobles' marriage proposals. There was even a rumor that the prince liked men. For an adult member of the royal family, it was really incredible.
The contents of the secret letter that Olivia handed over were even more shocking. It seemed that Gerald insisted on marrying this commoner witch as his queen. It would have been fine if he had only said it verbally, but he had also left written evidence. If it was leaked out, Wimbledon III would definitely not give him a good look.
However, good times did not last long. Ever since the news that the prince had been sentenced to death by Timothy spread to the Northern Region, Olivia's peaceful life was soon broken. Misfortunes came one after another. First, the guards left by Gerald left without saying goodbye. Then, her house was burgled. Having lost her source of income, she had no choice but to return to the tavern where she used to work as a waitress.
However, it was not over yet. The owner of the tavern seemed to be extremely dissatisfied with her sudden departure and began to grope her. Later, he even threatened and lured her into his room.
In short, Olivia had been living a terrible life for the past six months. The owner's wife did not dare to complain too much to her husband, so she vented all her anger on Olivia, who was nominally a maid. Most of the time, the owner turned a blind eye to her, and sometimes he even joined in the bullying.
Of course, Roland did not blame her for her lack of willpower. As an ordinary person who had no one to rely on, there were too many ways to make her surrender. After all, survival was the most important thing. In addition, the disappearance of the guards and the subsequent burglary were probably not accidental. The person who clearly knew the location of her money and decisively took advantage of her absence was most likely a traitor.
"So what do you want me to help you with?"
He didn't have any friendship with Gerald. If the 4th Prince was counted, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was half an enemy. The reason why he decided to help Olivia was that Olivia had been patient all this time and had been waiting for a chance to save herself. Her temperament was indeed admirable.
Moreover, for Roland, this kind of thing was just a piece of cake.
As for the saying that dumplings are more delicious than delicious, he had never even thought about it.
He swore!
"I want to leave the tavern... Your Majesty," she whispered. "Can you help me find a new job?"
"Are you sure you want to stay in the Northern Region?" If the tavern owner still has feelings for you, he won't let you go so easily. " Roland shrugged. He did not intend to personally intervene in this kind of civil dispute, which was too degrading. "You can follow the fleet to the Western Region, where there will be no shortage of work, food, and housing."
Olivia hesitated and lowered her voice. "Your Majesty... I, I want to stay here."
I think she's afraid of you. " Nightingale whispered into his ears, "For ordinary people, her appearance is at least half as good as Edith's. It's very normal for a tavern owner to covet her beauty."
"Nonsense," Roland mouthed and nodded. "Well, I'll inform Duke Carr Wen and ask him to send someone to take you to the City of Evernight. If you're worried that you'll be late today, Sean can find you a hotel to spend the night. "
"I'll never forget your kindness, Your Majesty." Olivia knelt again and said, "But... I have to go back today."
"It doesn't matter." Roland raised his eyebrows and looked at Sean. "Send this lady off."
When Olivia walked to the door, he suddenly asked, "By the way, have you and Gerald... had a child?"
Olivia stopped and turned around after a while. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty... I didn't leave anything for him."
...
When the guard took her out of the study, Nightingale showed up. "She lied about her last sentence."
"Yes, I can see that." Roland twitched his mouth. "She's not good at lying. That's why she was threatened by the tavern owner."
"Because of the child?"
"The tavern owner should have known that it was Prince Gerald Wimbledon who took her away. He also knew that if Timothy found out about this, the child would definitely be killed. Olivia had to accept Timothy's conditions in order to protect her and Gerald's love. I guess that's what happened. "
"Do you need me to inquire about it?" Nightingale asked.
Roland stared at her for a long time and gradually curled up the corner of his mouth. "Are you worried that I'll hide this secret forever like Timothy? Even Duke Ryan's family is still under house arrest in Neverwinter. Don't worry, I won't do anything to these innocent people. "
He did not like the ancient kings who used the slogan of "cut the weeds and eliminate the roots", let alone the illegitimate child of a commoner who posed no threat to the throne.
"If it's an order from you, I'll carry it out no matter what it is," Nightingale said slowly.
"I see." Roland grabbed her hand and put it on his shoulder. "Then... give me a massage."
*****
Olivia returned to the temporary wooden house where the immigrants lived. Her footsteps startled the sleeping baby.
"Wah, wah."
The child burst into tears.
"Damn it, tell him to shut up!" Madame's roar came from inside the house. "Or I'll stuff him into the toilet and throw him into the Silent River!"
"I, I'm sorry. I'll calm him down right away."
Olivia did not care about the cold night in Deepvalley Town. She hurriedly took off her muddy dress and held the baby in her arms. The little guy stuck close to her and began to look for food.
She was a little relieved.
Her boss had not come back yet. She had made the right bet.
Since they left Coldwind Ridge, his temper had become more and more irritable. He spent most of his time in the local taverns and casinos, and even the number of times he touched her had decreased. Because of this, Olivia dared to sneak out of the wooden house at night and go to the castle to beg Gerald's brother to help her.
She did not dare to reveal the existence of the child, nor did she dare to follow him to the Western Region, which was the king's territory. If His Majesty wanted to harm the child, she would not be able to resist.
Olivia gently stroked his head. In the dim moonlight, she could see the silver hair on his head, which was the symbol of the Wimbledon bloodline.
Unfortunately, Gerald did not live to see this moment. When his letter was delivered to Coldwind Ridge, she did not know that she was pregnant with the prince's child.
After eating and drinking, the baby hummed contentedly and soon fell asleep.
Olivia lowered her head and kissed the baby's forehead.
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