15.Siege of the Heart
Isobel Dumont vowed she would not cry, not in front of the men her father charged with her protection. With the telltale pressure building up behind her eyes, she focused on the boss of the circular shield slung across the back of the rider in front of her as she urged her steed down the path. Gritting her teeth, she adjusted the bow and quiver of arrows resting on her shoulder. She wanted an excuse to use them.