Chapter 18: Her fault
Cedric raised his bloody fist from the ground to rake it through his dark locks. Some drops of his blood fell on Abrielle's lips, which he didn't pay attention to as a maniac laugh let his lips which felt like it came from the pits of hell.
Abrielle's pale cheeks turned rosy, and a weak cough left her lips, which didn't fail to catch Cedric's attention. Immediately, the dark flames around him disappeared, and then his pitch-black eyes turned gold once more.
Abrielle coughed again. This time, it was louder. Cedric held her hand and realized her pulse had gotten stronger, but how? He didn't care what had happened but she had miraculously survived.
He pulled her into a hug as he helped her sit up. Abrielle felt like her entire body was squeezed as her face scrunched up because of pain. Her eyes slowly opened, and she suddenly saw she was being held across Cedric's chest.
He was soaked in water, and they were the only ones here, meaning he saved her, but why should he care if she lived or not? The only value she had to him was that of a political instrument.
"Cedric," she called out his name weakly and Cedric froze. What was wrong with him? Why was he hugging her? He wondered, unable to understand his strange behaviour.
The sounds of approaching horses caught their attention and he broke the hug. Abrielle was still confused about everything but held back her questions..
His head knight, Elias, got out his horse to approach Elias. His eyes sparkled when he saw the princess they were searching for. Both of them were drenched in water. He wondered about what might have happened.
"Sire, we were able to get the mercenaries and as you predicted, there is a branch of the shadow claw guide here in Moonstone Harbour." He judiciously informed Cedric. Abrielle's bright blue eyes glanced between them, Cedric dropped over here to investigate the mercenary guide.