Chapter 105: Why should she care
The night drew longer and there was no sign of him. The longer she waited, the more bitter she felt, but she would never admit it. Why should she care? He was following the plot. Why was she bothered by these things when she had better things to do?
Before she knew it, she was long asleep, curled under the sheets. Very late that night, a few minutes to midnight, the doors closely opened, and a tall figure stepped in. His gold eyes darted around the room, settling on the petty figure lying on the bed.
"I guess as much," he muttered, then walked towards a small table that had a bottle of wine in it to pour himself a glass. His long hair was packed up, and he was dressed rather casually in a plain white shirt and a pair of trousers.
He gulped down the entire content of the glass in one go. He was drained; a long sigh left his lips before he stood up again and walked to the bed. She was deep asleep she didn’t know what was happening.
A small smile etched on his lips; he sat on the edge of the bed, his hands stretched to reach her face, but it stopped halfway he could touch her. So sarcastic he felt dirty and couldn’t touch her with the same hands that spilt blood tonight.
Her face was peaceful, and her breath was little and stable like a baby. He felt like he could just stay and admire all night. He needed to sort out things; there was a problem. He didn’t know what it was and had an idea she knew what it was, but she would never share her worries with him...
It was better not to think much about it, he concluded, then moved over to the other side of the bed to sleep. He lay under the sheets and kept his hands to himself.
Morning came, and Abrielle was woken up by the sounds of the door being opened. Her eyes fluttered open, looking in the direction of the door, where she caught his figure leaving the room. He didn’t even bother to say good morning before he left like he was running from a scourge that was her.
He didn’t stay for breakfast today nor did he leave any explanation. Why should she care? He should just do her a favour and die.
The carriage slowly proceeded to the palace; Abrielle’s eyes were on the window, watching the scenery that was covered in snow. Everything seemed peaceful but there was this constant unease she felt.
Abrielle was accompanied by Elias to the Grand Crescent Palace. He felt more like her detainer than knight honestly. "We have arrived," Elias informed her, his voice breaking her reverie. She nodded at him, and indeed, she saw the long pathway that led to the main entrance.
The carriage continued to move until it stopped at the entrance. Elias helped her alight from the carriage. Since she was being invited by the queen she made sure to dress up to a level to respect the queen but was careful not to overdo it in the risk of offending her.