Chapter 172
"What do you need me to do?" Annabelle asked, taking a seat beside Margaret.
"You can’t hide in your room any longer. If I was able to easily find out, it wouldn’t be hard for anyone else to become suspicious. Continue to act as you did when Richard was still alive. I will assign you a guard and have a doctor provide updates that I want to everyone else. Should you think of backstabbing me, you should know, it is quite hard to kill me. If my husband was here right now, he would confirm this," said Margaret.
Unlike Annabelle, Margaret wasn’t afraid of doing. She was going all out to do this final task to make sure Amelia or a child of Amelia would sit on the Blackwell throne.
"I don’t want to die, Margaret. I am not foolish like you have always thought," Annabelle replied. She had to cling to whoever could keep her alive to help her shake up this castle. She was not done yet and was determined to raise her status in the castle.
"Everyone important will be going to the border to watch Amelia get married. You are meant to stay behind since you are pregnant and the journey might be rough. This gives anyone looking to kill an open window to carry it out. I will take you out of the castle in the middle of the night and have you sent to my home until I return from the wedding. No one must see you leaving."
"I understand. So, what am I to do now? Go out and wander the castle? Speaking highly of my nonexistent child?" Annabelle asked, throwing out ideas of how she would put on the act of everything being normal.
Margaret stood up from the uncomfortable chair. "Do as you wish as long as you don’t get yourself killed. Beth and Cedric have started to move into the castle so if you find yourself in trouble, send for me."
"Won’t they become suspicious of your sudden interest in protecting me? They will know you are aware of their plans to kill me," Annabelle stated the one flaw in their plan. Everyone will question why two women who hated each other’s guts were now suddenly friendly and try to figure out what they are up to. "Isn’t there anyone who can defend or save me publicly in your place?"
"There is one person but just like me, she hates the castle. I will send a request for her to come to the castle. I must leave now before the maids start to chatter about me being here. Get dressed and start putting on your act. And please, at least try to not make your stomach different sizes so quickly," Margaret said, looking at a small ball of clothes Annabelle was most likely using to hide her flat stomach.