Chapter Twenty Nine: Secret Mission

Last night, while the sounds of battle raging from afar was intense, Roselle could do nothing else but just stand by the window, fingers with knuckles bone white, desperately gripping the window frame as if she were hanging on for dear life. The images and thoughts swirling in her brain had been driving her near to madness and terror. No, she was not at all afraid of the possibility that the enemy might be reaching her. However, she was scared and worried to death about Romeo. She wished she could go down to the frontlines right this moment just to have a quick peek on him, just to reassure herself that he was fine. She could even accept that he would have had sustained some form of injuries as this was a war. All she needed to know was that he was alive and well.

When the realization finally sank into her consciousness that the clashing sounds of battle had stopped before daylight, Roselle found herself dashing out of her room and in a few short moments, she was out on the veranda, l