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When Atarah and Dorothea come to Dmitri and the rest of the Blue Lions with a plot to dismantle Ingrid’s marriage proposal, Felix finds himself taken aback. Had Ingrid’s father truly not learned his daughter’s preferences following her betrothal to Glenn and how heartbroken she had been when he passed? From how Dorothea is describing the man in question, Felix knows he does not want the wicked, dastardly merchant within one hundred feet of Ingrid. Surprisingly nearly everyone in the Blue Lions, Felix is the first one to voice his support for the mission to save Ingrid from a loveless and potentially dangerous marriage.
“I’m in,” he says without a second thought. “I won’t let Ingrid be treated like cattle. She can pick her own husband well enough,” the swordsman continues, missing the sly smile Dmitri and Sylvain exchange with one another.
The mission quickly becomes far more complicated than anyone could have predicted, particularly due to the terrain.
“Stay with me,” Felix gently instructs Ingrid, readying his sword as the merchant attempts to close in on the Blue Lions to try and steal Ingrid away.
“Felix…” Ingrid begins, her emerald eyes darting between the raven-haired swordsman and the lustful merchant.
“Now is not the time to argue, Ingrid. You know that you and I fight well alongside one another,” Felix admits, his brown eyes narrowing as he prepares for the merchant’s attack. “And if he dares to try to lay a single finger on you, he’ll lose that entire hand. I swear to it,” the swordsman practically growls.
He was defending her honor and well-being for Glenn.
Clearly.
No other reason.
Yeah, right.
If only Felix himself could truly believe that to be the case.