Chapter 152: The Calm Before the Storm
It was very cold at night, and normally she would be shivering. But the sheer anxiety from what happened earlier kept her warm.
It haunted her. It gave her enough trauma that every sound around her made her flinch. She looked like she was dragged through hell and back, when the guard saw the once proud advisor approach the gates in such a state, they looked at each other before letting her in.
Benedict wasn’t at home... He was still on his way back, teleporting too many times at once was harmful to one’s health. But even more so for a child. Therefore they planned a window of rest before they could use the circle again.
The Duke wasn’t at home either. He was dealing with issues related to the imminent war. The Duchess was alone... As the hooded man’s plan required...
Her palms were clammy, and her breaths came in shallow gasps. She couldn’t shake the image of the hooded man’s or the burning sensation of the rune still seared into her skin.
His words echoed in her mind, a constant reminder of the delicate line she was treading: Only give it to the Duchess. If anyone else lays a hand on it, I will know.
Her steps were uncertain, but she forced herself to move, her survival instincts kicking in. Each step of hers felt heavy. She just had to finish the task at hand. She would be alright if she did as she was told.
She could feel her sanity leave her...
As she made her way to the estate, the guards looked at each other. At first, they couldn’t recognise the person in front of them but then she spoke.