Chapter 98: Chapter 98"They look to be a lovely couple and their business is doing well," Rose noticed. "They are in a good spot for anyone travelling into town and they welcomed you without any judgement."

    "That is because we are here to spend money not to fight. Most won’t care that we were once considered the enemy as long as we spend enough money. As soon as the horses are fed, we will move on. I would like to get to the next camp by sundown," said Zayne.

    Rose would love that as well so she wouldn’t have to wash up in cold water again. She was a little too spoiled the last few days when she worked with Janice. Now she missed the warm water she got to use to her liking.

    "Thank you for asking those questions. It didn’t cross my mind to ask about who I resembled. I was more focused on correcting that I am not a lady. I will do better next time," Rose promised.

    "It is fine. We can still have a look at that family when we get into town and we can go to the town guards to look at their lists of missing people. Hopefully, it is better than the last town’s list," Zayne said, not realising his mistake.

    "The last town? You went there to find my name?" Rose questioned, surprised by this news. She wasn’t aware that he was working this hard to help her find her family.

    Part of Rose believed that Zayne killed Graham because he also hated Graham. Now it was more clear that he did it because he cared. Why else would he go out of his way to do this?

    "Why didn’t you tell me before now?" Rose asked.

    "I wanted to check that there was good news first. The town guards there do not care for the people in that town. The list isn’t organised and there isn’t much time put into searching for people like you."

    Rose wished Zayne had told her of his plans so she could have warned him about the guards. "It is known that unless you have money the guards will not be of any help to you. That is why I never thought of running there. Many of them were Graham’s customers and I had overheard the man in charge was present at parties some women were sent to."

    "Still, thank you for trying there. I feel sorry because you have to speak to them. It was not pleasant, right?" Rose asked though she knew the answer.

    "Like you, I would have liked to burn the place down," Zayne replied.

    Rose laughed as it was something she dreamt about once. "I wouldn’t have minded if you did that. Do you know if the others safely left there?" Rose asked, trying to mention the brothel. The soldiers sat close enough to hear.

    "Many are gone but few remain. Not all will be bold like you to run. That is the only home they have known for years. Where would they go? Do they get to keep some of the money they made?" Zayne asked, unaware of how it worked.

    Rose shook her head. "He would never trust anyone to have too much money. He would share it out near the time we were to walk around the market. Most of the girls would hide the gifts they got from their customers but there were days of inspections and any gifts found meant punishment."

    At times, Rose couldn’t believe how someone like Graham had died so easily. Was he just scary to her?

    "Your scones and roasted chicken. I put a little extra scones on there for you. Who will be paying?" Vivian asked but she looked at Zayne for him to do it.

    Rose searched for the pouch with her money. After learning what Zayne did for her, she could treat him to this much. "I-"

    "This far too much," Vivian said, shocked by the money in her hands. She had not told him the price yet.

    "It is for the water for our horses and what my soldiers will ask for. Do not take any money from them," Zayne answered and then picked up one of the warm scones. This way Rose wouldn’t deny having him pay as it was a treat to the group.

    "Thank you. I shall bring out more food and drinks to serve them," Vivian said, excited to show her husband what they earned. She would need to bring out all the food she had prepared now.

    "Nothing with alcohol," Zayne said before Vivian left.

    "Of course."

    "That was kind of you. Are you always this kind or are you just careless with money?" Rose wondered, still trying to figure Zayne out. "You need someone to hide your money from you."

    "Is this leading up to you being the person to hide my money from me?" Zayne asked, pushing the plate of food toward Rose.

    "No. I would never be so foolish to take that job. You are far larger than me so if you want your money, you could easily take it. You can have Finn do it or lock it in a box and hand the key over to someone else. It doesn’t matter how much money you have. It is best to save," Rose advised Zayne.

    His life could change in one day and he would need all the money he spent.

    "It was a treat for my soldiers and like I told you, most of the money brought with us was given by the king and I want to annoy him by spending all of it. If you care so much, why don’t you take control of my money?"

    "No thank you. Forget that I made the suggestion. We should eat so we do not hold back the others. I have a clean cloth to place the scones in to take with us. They smell wonderful. I hope they are as good as they look," Rose said, taking a bite of the scone.

    It was her first time trying them and already she thought of eating all on the plate. The jam Vivian made added to Rose enjoying the scones. She would rather eat them than the meat that had caught her attention first.

    "You should try one with the jam. I have never had anything like this," Rose said, taking up another to dip in the jam and handing it to Zayne. Sёarch* The ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Zayne took the scone from her. "We’ll have a big problem when you stumble upon a lot of the food in town. It is fine as long as you do not develop a sweet tooth. Stay with your veggies."

    "One day I am going to make a wish upon a star for you to turn into a bunny since you speak of them so much. Or maybe you should turn into a carrot for me to feed to a bunny. It doesn’t matter which one is picked as long as it is done," Rose smiled.

    "You’re an evil little bunny, aren’t you?" Zayne replied, pulling the plate of scones away from Rose. "And just for that, you cannot have anymore. Enjoy the roasted chicken."

    Rose’s shoulders dropped due to disappointment that her lovely scones were gone. "You are cruel."