Chapter 8 - 30 seconds
The ship was swaying making it difficult for Abrielle to climb up. She started to regret not accepting Cedric's hands. Almost everyone had boarded the ship, and she stood at shore desolated with the cold breeze biting the skin on her face that was not covered.
Despite wearing heavy clothes she was still shivering. Abrielle was suffering in the cold while her husband stood on deck enjoying how stubborn she was acting. She never failed to amaze him.
"Are you sure you don't need help?" Cedric asked her with his gold eyes, having an amused look inside that pissed Abrielle off. She hated him the more each second she got to know him. How could someone be so unbearable?
"I am fine, your highness." She scoffed, avoiding holding his gaze. "Alright then quickly climb up. Everyone is getting tired of the proud princess who can't admit when she needs help." Cedric casually chimed.
It was obvious he was enjoying her suffering. "I don't need your hand; either way, you can leave without me because this was not designed for a lady like me to climb," Abrielle replied, why was he acting like she didn't need help when he was the one who declared no one should help her?
"Please, can you excuse me, your Highness?" A boat crew member who was carrying some heavy supplies asked her to move aside because she was blocking the way.
"Pardon me," Abrielle said, then moved away; Cedric arched his brow because he was expecting her to lash at the crew member, considering how full of herself Abrielle was known to be.
The ship swayed as a strong wave hit the hull, causing water to splash on Abrielle. Her outfit was ruined by the stinking seaside water.
Cedric clicked his tongue at her, Abrielle was very pitiful, but no one glanced at her, scared to offend Cedric in any way.