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Chapter 171 Ethan Needed Help

**Georgia’s POV

My jack*ss brother forbade any of us from talking to Rosalie, but he couldn’t forbid me from walking past her tent from time 10 time. Ilonged to go in, but I didn’t want to anger the Rogue King any more than he already was.

I was on my way to speak to Vicky, mostly just to vent since she had no answers either, when I saw a young girl stopping outside of Rosalie’s tent. I looked closely to see what she was doing and noticed she had a bouquet of flowers in her hand, and it looked like she was praying.

When she was done, she placed the flowers by the tent and turned to walk away

“Excuse me,” I said, running up to her. “What’s this for?”

Her eyes widened slightly, as if she thought she was in trouble. I forced a smile to my face, which felt unnatural, given my emotional state, but she relaxed a bit. “I was bringing flowers to the wonderful woman in the tent,” she explained. “I’m not allowed to go in, but I wanted to thank her for her kindness.”

“What did she do?” I asked. I had no doubt Rosalie was kind, but I was obviously missing something.

“My mate was one of the men the Rogue King had ordered to be put to death, but was spared by Beta Talon. When I went to thank Beta Talon for his kindness, he said it wasn’t him who was able to change the Rogue King’s mind. It was the lady in the tent.”

I didn’t know the word was already out about Rosalie. I heard her continue, “I also heard that the reason a few others were spared from their poor performances a couple weeks ago was also because of her. So many of us wanted to do at least something for her. It’s almost as if the Rogue King has the Moon Goddess locked up in there.“

I almost laughed, but then, I thought… she had a point. “That’s cool,” I said with a nod, “Yeah, she’s pretty great.”

“I wish she could… come out where we could thank her in person.” The girl looked back over her shoulder at the tent

“Me, too,” I told her. I gave her another smile and then bid her good day. As I walked by the guards, I saw one that I knew had been wounded horribly in battle just the day before. I was surprised to see him standing there, guarding the tent, like all was well.

With my eyebrows furrowed, I approached him.

Apologetically, he said, “I’m sorry, Miss Georgia. We won’t be able to let you in.”

“No, I know,” I said, rolling my eyes. “As much as I would like to speak to Rosalie, T actually wanted to ask you something. Didn’t you get hurt pretty badly in that skirmish yesterday?”

He nodded. “Yes, miss, I did.”

“How are you… standing here?” I wanted to know.

The two guards exchanged glances, like they weren’t sure whether or not they could tell me, but then he said, “It was the White Queen, Miss Georgia. I was struggling so badly, hurting from my wounds, I could hardly stand. She noticed when her dinner was served, and she gave me… something.” He suddenly seemed secretive again, but he didn’t need to say more about that.

I knew what it was.

Her blood.

“And now you’re better.”

a question, but

wanting to linger near the tent where I could get myself into trouble with my big brother,

all of the people. I had also heard her singing, especially at

a spirit of peace over the entire camp, despite

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away just in time to hear my brother’s deep voice bellowing across the camp. “And, if you don’t like it, Richard, then I’ll take you out into the woods and beat the living sh*t out of

was saying, as he pulled along one of the rogues that had joined our side recently. It seemed clear to me that Ethan was mad that Richard hadn’t

to no end. Someone needed to tell Ethan that

something real that needed to be said, it

him, even though I was

was going to accomplish, especially when he was in a bad mood. Still, I wanted to make a point, and I was going to make sure that

to the makeshift desk where he’d been conducting

relation to the area

Georgia?” he asked

to you about this shift in your

said, “I don’t know what the

think you do,” I told him. “I just don’t

“Sitting here smiling when others come to kill me? I’m a f*cking rogue! A man without a country. My mate despises me. My son is gone-again. The only satisfaction I can get is from

at him, but everything he’d just said was so godd*mn sad, I decided to swallow down my original words. Instead, I tried to reason with him, “Maybe Rosalie wouldn’t

growling at

literally the nicest person alive. She would do anything for anyone, even a stranger, and you are keeping her locked up in there like she’s some sort

was glare

band of rogues can see how much she cares. She infuses love and care into everything she does, and you… don’t give a d*mn about anyone.

down at his map, moving a

brother, so I may as well change the subject. “Which one is Behar’s army?” I asked him, gesturing at his

back at the map. He grunted and half flicked a finger at a large rock not too far away from our

close, huh?” | asked

he corrected me. “But I won’t

to know, as long as we continue to expand, both James and Kal will see you as a threat. Growing your territory is just making the

to get his attention to focus back on me, “They are likely to unite against you. Behar managed to take some territory from James for his father, however, that doesn’t matter now because both kings

his chair and crossed his arms “Tell me something I don’t know or I’m not already dealing

to come at us while Ethan

out their own differences afterwards. Not to mention Madalynn and her d*mn rogues. You

have

go; he just lost