Chapter 29: Rumoured Affair
The chirping sounds of birds, followed by the irritating feeling of the sun’s rays on Abrielle’s eyes, woke her up from her dreamland. She was a bit exhausted after waking; she didn’t think she had slept that deep for a long time. Unknown to her, it was the effect of the magic Cedric put over her.
Abrielle was unaware of the fact the villain of her story could do magic because she wrote him as a vigilant warrior. There are so many unknowns about this world that she is completely unaware of.
A sound akin to a purr left her lips as her butterfly-like lashes fluttered open. It took her a while to realize she was in a completely strange room as her brain seemed to be slow this morning. The last thing she remembered was the fact she was resting on Cedric’s thighs, and that devil was being abnormally nice.
"I guess it’s another day to have stale bread and soup," Abrielle muttered to herself as she slowly got off the bed with her bare feet touching the polished marble floor as she slowly made her way to the door.
Abrielle concluded this was the winter castle where she was meant to spend her honeymoon. She just dreaded the fact; her head was already thinking of ways to avoid a serious issue still on her head, and that was the consummation of their marriage.
Both she and Cedric are of legal age. It was expected they would do the deed sooner or later, but the thought of making love with that devil just makes her shudder. He was a maniac and psychopath; what if, in the middle of the deed, he snaps then choked?
The thought of that gave her goosebumps. The door creaked open and she peeked out through the opening.
On the other side, a group of maids Cedric had reassigned to Abrielle were waiting for her because he felt she was punished enough, although the devil knew his wife was not going to give up on killing him.
"Good morning, Your Highness," they all simultaneously said together. Abrielle’s brows furrowed because she was unaware of the fact her punishment was over plus all the maids were different faces. At that point, her memory was jogged. She was still yet to do anything Sarah the poor maid.