Chapter 33: Death is the only escape
The horses stopped moving; Abrielle knew he was this kind of person, but his casually talking about his cruelty was something beyond her imagination, and the male lead of her book had to go against him.
Now she understood why she had so many anti-fans. Cedric watched her as her expression gradually changed showing her shock about everything. "It’s too death much for such a crime, she did it on my orders." Abrielle blurted. Sarah lost her life for a single stunt while all she had was eating stale bread and soup for three days and she dared to complain about it.
Cedric smiled at her, that smile struck terror in her. "You should know that I am more tolerant of you. You have more value alive than dead to me. A maid who defies her master’s order is completely useless and I see no need in keeping such a person still alive." Cedric shrugged and then continued walking.
Abrielle’s eyes were on his back, she was completely helpless. This battle seems like a lost cause. Why didn’t Thunder run faster for her to escape this psychopath? Why did she say yes at the altar? How was she going to kill him?
She had to act fast now he was unaware of her intentions, her thoughts ran completely oblivious to the fact Cedric was aware of her intentions. Cedric stopped moving, his eyes were cold as he looked ahead. " Why did you stop moving? There are animals more dangerous than I might be that roam these woods better not stray too far." Cedric mentioned then his horse started moving ahead.
He didn’t need to look behind to know her expression. Fear he could sense it from a mile away. Sad, isn’t it? The one time he thought maybe he could get someone as screwed as him that wouldn’t fear him and give him the same looks he had since birth.
They both messed up the marriage; she wanted him dead, which he could not accept and ended up showing her a glimpse of his true self. She should be afraid of him because he was worse than she could ever imagine.
He was not a saint; he already had enough blood on his hand, and there would be more. He hoped that she didn’t push him to the point of shedding her blood as they were both stuck in this cursed marriage. They say to keep your friends close and your enemies closer.
Abrielle held on to the reins tightened and urged the horse to move forward. This was a fantasy world where humans were not the only threats to her life.
This encounter made her more scared of Cedric but made her realize something. She still had some worth in his eyes. It must not be as a lover or partner, but he needed her political support for the battle to get the throne.
Abrielle caught up with him and was riding by his side but there was this loud silence that echoed between them. She glanced at his side view; he was as confident as always with his gold mask on his face.
"Why do you always keep your face hidden?" She asked him to ease this strong tension that was between them. Oddly, Cedric’s face eased up at the thought she was interested in him and not just thinking about her next thought about killing him.