The Male Lead isn't Following the Script!
Chapter 265: A New Friend

Soldiers stood at attention, horses saddled and supplies packed, all awaiting the final moment before departure. Aaron adjusted his gloves, his expression unreadable as he exchanged a few words with the captain of the unit.

Adeline stood among the gathered family members, watching her older brother with a mixture of pride and concern. This wasn’t his first time leaving for the border, but each departure was harder than the last.

Aaron only stayed long enough for the wedding. But since that was over, he wanted to go back to the battlefield, he felt that it was his calling. When he left his home and experienced the cruelty of the battlefield, he felt like he belonged.

He belonged with his people, he felt like he was doing what nobles should be doing... Fighting for his people, with his people.

Isabelle, standing a little to the side, wore a sombre expression. She had become part of their family now, and even if she didn’t say much, her presence spoke volumes.

The servants whispered amongst themselves, casting sympathetic glances towards the young lady standing near the gate. Layla, dressed in a simple but elegant gown, clasped her hands tightly, clearly gathering her courage.

Aaron turned to his family, offering a small smile. "I’ll be back before you know it," he said, though his voice lacked its usual carefree confidence.

His father gave a sharp nod. "Make sure you do. You know your duty, Aaron."

"Of course." Aaron turned to Adeline and ruffled her hair with a chuckle. "Try not to get into too much trouble while I’m gone."

Adeline rolled her eyes, smoothing down her hair. "Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?"

Aaron laughed before his gaze drifted towards Layla. His amusement faded into something more serious as he noticed the way she hesitated, lingering just out of reach as if debating whether to speak to him at all. He glanced at the others, then at her, before taking a step toward her.

"I’ll just be a moment," he told the family before walking away with Layla.

Layla tugged on her sleeves, clearly nervous. "I—I wanted to ask you something before you left."

Aaron tilted his head, intrigued. "Go on."

She swallowed, her fingers twisting the hem of her sleeve. "Would it be alright... if I wrote to you?" She looked up at him hesitantly, her eyes searching his face.

Aaron blinked, caught off guard. "You... Want to send me letters?"

Layla’s cheeks flushed. "I just thought—maybe it would be nice. If you don’t want to, then forget I asked—"

"No, no," Aaron interrupted quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I mean, yes. Yes, that would be... Nice." He felt oddly flustered, uncharacteristically uncertain. He was used to exchanging letters with Adeline, but this was different. Layla wanted to write to him.

Layla’s tense expression softened into a relieved smile. "Then I will."

For a moment, neither spoke. The distant sound of soldiers preparing to leave filled the silence between them, but neither moved. Then, before she could change her mind, Layla reached into her sleeve and pulled out a small embroidered handkerchief. She placed it in Aaron’s hand and stepped back.

Aaron stared at the delicate fabric, then at her. "What’s this for?"

"A charm," she said, voice quiet. "For good luck."

Aaron held it carefully before tucking it into his coat. "Then I’ll keep it safe," he promised.

Layla smiled, but before anything more could be said, a soldier called for him. Their time was up. Aaron glanced back at his family and exhaled before turning back to Layla one last time.

"Take care," he said.

"You too," she replied.

Then, just like that, he was gone, riding off with his men towards the border. Layla stood watching until the figures in the distance disappeared, her hand pressed against her chest.

She was the heir, she had many responsibilities. And after hearing her mother’s story, she never really thought much of men... She was not interested... She always told herself that. But when she met Aaron she was scared, scared to admit that she too was simply a girl.

A girl that likes simple things, a girl that wants love, a girl that wants a kind man. She was no coward but this made her scared... Until she eventually came to terms with it. She... Had a crush on Aaron. Why couldn’t she be a powerful heir, a force worth reckoning and a woman who wants to feel true love?

Adeline sat in her room, absently tracing the cool metal of the bracelet on her wrist. It felt heavier than it should. It had been years since she last wore it.

Cassian had given it to her.

She smiled wryly, brushing a finger over the worn edges. How long had it been since that moment? She remembered the day he had handed it to her, how hesitant he had been, as if unsure whether she would accept it. He had been so different back then—distant, cautious, but still drawn to her in ways he didn’t understand.

And now?

Now everything was more complicated.

Before she could dwell on it any longer, there was a knock at her door.

"Come in," she called.

A maid entered, holding a small envelope in her hands. "My lady, a letter arrived for you."

Adeline frowned as she took it. The envelope was plain, unmarked by any insignia or sign of the sender’s identity. "Who is it from?"

"There was no name, my lady."

Adeline hesitated before dismissing the maid with a nod. Once she was alone, she carefully opened the letter and unfolded the parchment.

The handwriting was unfamiliar, neat but slightly hurried, as if the writer had been uncertain while composing it.

My Lady,

I must first apologize for not introducing myself properly. It is improper of me, I know, but I could not help myself.

I am someone who simply wishes to be your friend—nothing more, nothing less. A penpal, if you would allow it.

There is no obligation for you to respond. If you find this too strange or unwelcome, I understand. But should you choose to accept my letters, I will continue writing to you.

Regardless, I wish you well.

Sincerely,

O

Adeline stared at the signature, her brows furrowing.

O? The same man who sent her the dress. She had been wracking her mind to figure out who that was but to no avail.

She read the letter again, searching for any hidden meaning behind the words. A stranger who wanted to be her friend? Who would send her something like this? There were no threats, no demands, only an odd sense of sincerity.

She turned the letter over, checking for any further clues, but there was nothing.

Her fingers tightened slightly around the parchment.

A secret correspondent.

How peculiar.

Her first instinct was to discard the letter. She didn’t have time for childish games. But as she traced the inked letters with her fingertips, curiosity crept in.

Should she reply?

She didn’t know.

Adeline sat at her desk, staring at the letter before her. The room was quiet, save for the occasional crackle of the fireplace. The weight of solitude pressed down on her shoulders, heavier than she had felt in a long time.

Right now, she was alone.

Aaron was leaving. Her older brother, who had always been a comforting presence, was off to the border once again. Victoria, Layla, and Maia had their own lives, their own struggles to deal with. And the three men who had once been her friends—Cassian, Benedict, and Dimitri—were no longer by her side.

The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth.

She hadn’t realised how much she had come to rely on their presence until now. Once, they had been a part of her life, sharing laughter, arguments, and fleeting moments of warmth. Now, everything had changed. Whether it was fate, choices, or time itself, she no longer had them.

And yet, here she was, holding a letter from someone who wanted to be her friend.

A stranger.

A mysterious person who knew her, but whom she did not know.

Curiosity bubbled in her chest, mixed with a strange nervousness. It had been a long time since she had felt this way—uncertain, intrigued, eager.

With newfound determination, she pulled out a fresh sheet of parchment and dipped her quill into the ink. The scratching of the pen against the paper filled the silent room as she began to write.

"To Mr. O,"

"Your letter was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. It has been a long time since I have made a new friend, and I find myself quite interested in what you have to say. If you truly wish to be my penpal, I will accept."

"However, you have the advantage over me. You know who I am, but I have no idea who you are. I cannot deny that the mystery is intriguing, but would it not be fairer if I knew something about you as well?"

"That said, I am not opposed to a mysterious friend. Perhaps anonymity makes it easier to be honest, to speak without the weight of expectations. If that is the case, I will respect your choice to remain unknown."

"I look forward to your next letter."

"Sincerely,"

"Adeline."

She signed off as Adeline and not as Adeline Kendrick. She wanted to be friends without titles and such.

If they wanted to stay anonymous, she would respect it.

Taking a deep breath, she sealed the letter and handed it to a servant to be sent.

Now, all that was left to do was wait.