Chapter 431: He is cursed
The sun slowly crossed the horizon, and Abrielle was seated by a small wooden bed. Her hands had grown numb from changing the rag on Cedric’s forehead she didn’t know when she fell asleep by his bed.
Cedric’s fever had subsided a bit, but the pain was still tearing through every fibre of his body. He was wide awake; he could not get a second of sleep due to the pain, the only thing that kept him sane was listening to her periodic, calm breathing.
At another corner of the room, Jubilee had also fallen asleep sitting against the wall. She was assisting Abrielle until she fell asleep. The cottage had one bedroom and another living room that was attached to the kitchen. Cedric and Abrielle were in the bedroom with Jubilee while the other 4 were in the sitting room.
Elias stood watch close to the door letting the other rest for a bit. He was used to going on several nights without sleep. Evelyn insisted on staying up with him but he argued against it. In the end, they agreed to take turns.
There wasn’t much room in the cottage. Giselle and Evelyn had to sleep on the chair while Axel sat on the floor half asleep. They were pretty exhausted from riding for hours nonstop, and so was Elias, but someone had to keep watch.
The smell of spice filled the room coming from the pot Roselia was stirring. She was curious where these people came from, although some had a perfect Litoralian accent she observed the oldest and youngest in the group could not even speak the language and their accent sounded foreign reminding her of the Dacronia merchant she saw in the market the other day
Were they Dacronia? She wondered. Aware that most nobles could speak several languages. Her eyes were back on Elias, who was still very vigilant. "You can take a nap like the rest. No one comes this close to the forest." She mentioned, still stirring her pot.
"The stew is almost done. I wonder when Father will be back." She added, then moved the pot from the fireplace.
"Why don’t they come to the forest?" Elias asked, his eyes falling on Roselia. She was a teenager, and he was curious why she was the only one staying here so far away from the village. She was too quiet and composed for her age.