The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband

Abrielle requested for a bow of water and bandage, which she used to clean Cedric’s wound personally, while the maid was clearing the mess Cedric created. His eyes were on her as she clumsily did the job. "You should get changed first," he suggested, watching her. Parts of her dress were stained with his blood, she wasn’t bothered by the stains and wanted to focus on the task before her first

"I will do that once I am done." She grabbed a knife to cut the bandage. "Will you be able to work in that condition?"

Her brows were pulled together, concerned how he was going to finish his paperwork with the injury on his palm.

"I will be fine and this will be healed before the end of the day."

She nodded then stood up from the stool she was on. "I am done. By the way, I intend to see the other girls."

Since the escape she hasn’t seen the survivors. She didn’t know how they were doing or how many survived?

"Evelyn will take you to them." Cedric informed her. Abrielle excused herself then left the study. Cedric still had work to do, and she planned on seeing the girls

Half an hour later, soft clicking sounds echoed as Abrielle made her way down the halls, candle flames flickered. It was noon, but the rooms were already dark thanks to the large rain clouds that flew over the castle.