Chapter 11

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"She appears to have gotten away." Dion shifted his gaze to the open window. "She's a feisty young lady who can't seem to remain still." Dion was irritated by the fact that he had to return her. Dion exited the building to find her.

"Can you tell me where you're going?" Lant, Dion's father, was confused by his son's leaving. Lant has just arrived at the banquet. "I have serious responsibilities to attend to." Dion returned his gaze to his father. "Excuse me, father." Dion's father was irritated by his departure. He did, however, let him off the hook.

Where would she be at? She doesn't have a ride, so she will still be nearby. Dion was thinking about where would Iris go to.

Iris was graciously welcomed into the locals' homes. "Do you want something to eat?" Iris politely declined the invitation. She had already eaten food at the banquet. They have provided her with comfy clothing. "Goodnight." Iris is currently dozing off.

When Iris woke up, she sees herself not in the villagers room. She was inside Dion's room! What is happening!

Before Iris was not at the village:
Dion planned a scheme to snare Iris. Iris had been missing from the hamlet for a few hours, and Dion had devised a strategy to catch her. He intends to lure Iris into the home of one of the villagers. Dion will return her once she has fallen asleep. Dion discussed it with one of the people. Dion offers him money in exchange for Iris's entrance into his home.

Dion was nowhere to be seen in his room. He had a responsibility to fulfill. He requested that the guards keep her locked up. Iris made an attempt to open the door. It had been locked. Iris has considered jumping out the window. She couldn't since it was such a steep drop.

Iris was helpless in her attempt to flee. Iris was in such a fright. She was worrying over what Dion would do. He's going to murder me! I'm not going to die at his hands. Iris went back to sleep to avoid the troubles because she couldn't do anything.

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