Chapter 130: Let her go
Zoltana was drenched in sweat with her breathing heavily. As soon as the heavy pressure disappeared it was like a weight was lifted off from her. She slowly looked at Cedric, whose face was pale and lacking any colour.
"What do you mean by letting my wife go?" He snapped at Zoltana causing her to flinch backwards. His face slowly twists in anger. He was mad at the thought, he could not bear it despite him knowing that being apart would be best for them.
Although they could not get a divorce, he could send her outside the capital away from him while he still held the support of her family, yet the thought was so unpleasant to him that he dared not think about it.
"I am sorry, Your Highness, but no matter how hard I try to look forward, I can’t see past a particular point. I don’t know why, but death surrounds the princess, and I feel the only way to avoid it is by leaving the capital. Although I am not certain that might work either. The princess is cursed to have a short tragic life.." Zoltana continued rambling on. To Cedric, it was all rubbish.
"Then be it." He scoffed leaving Zoltana confused. "If being by my side is a curse, she has to bear with it. Never mentioned such nonsense around me ever again. Do you think Abrielle will be safe away from me?"
Zoltana didn’t understand Cedric’s point of view but he knew what he meant. The moment certain people find out his wife is away from him, they do everything to kill her just to get rid of the support she brings to him. The safest place for her the moment she said I Do was by his side..
The only one who could hurt her was him. Cedric knew this fact but had no idea he was indeed the biggest threat to Abrielle’s survival. "I am sorry if I have offended you in any way." She begged like her life depended on it.
"You are dismissed." His voice boomed, Zoltana didn’t waste a second more then scampered out towards the door like her life depended on it. Her feet were wobbling, and it felt like any moment from now, she might fall on her face.
Her hands reached out for the door handle about to open it. Her heartbeat was all over the place, and her mind kept on telling her to run. Why did she say that to Cedric she wondered? It was something that she had to talk about despite the pressure he was eluding.
She felt maybe if she had spoken the vision would stop haunting her. "Stop," she heard him say directly behind her. Her head snapped backwards, shocked to see Cedric a few steps away from her.
She had clearly not heard him approaching her. Zoltana did her best not to fall on their knees, using the door as her support. "Yes, your Highness." She could barely say as she continued sweating profusely.
"Don’t mention a word of this to Abrielle, that is if you love your head," Cedric warned her. "Yes, Your Highness," she shook her head vehemently, listening to him. Only if they knew Abrielle was aware of the fact that death was her only end with Cedric.