Chapter 15: Rightful Heir (4)
Silvia’s heart pounded against her ribs like a caged bird. Her mother’s robes billowed as they fled the council chamber.
How could her life changed this soon, she was meant to be future ruler, who would drive away the western poorness, how could she flee, yet in here with her mother she is,
Than what about the promise of Southern count, marrying her. She couldn’t put away the tear from her eyes.
How would we escape.
Baroness feeling her own daughter’s gasp echoing in her ears, couldn’t help but feel pain in her heart how could she make such mistake, She was an Schemer class Awakened how could she not seeing Lucien intelligent beforehand.
She couldn’t help but bite her hand, "Damn it!"
"This way," she whispered to her guards as they took arrow and fight let them escape as much as they can.
"If Rafael was here with me there wouldn’t be such scene in play" she couldn’t help but muttered to herself.
Silvia whimpered, clutching her mother’s skirts. The Baroness steadied her with an iron grip, forcing herself to calm the racing thoughts. Rafael... She tasted regret on her tongue.
Her most trusted soldier was miles away, and in his absence she had underestimated Lucien’s cunning brain, how does an eastern boy could think like southerners.
She hates him, hates to the very core to hide his intellect like sloppy iguana.