“You were not in your last night,” Zita said as she wiped the candle stand.
Abigail hummed as she watched Zita picked up the books that littered the table and arranged them neatly on the bookshelf, which towered the room and was touching the ceiling. Climbing one of the chairs, she opened the curtains to allow the morning air to flood in.
“Princess?” Zita asked, referring to her previous statement when Abigail did not reply immediately.
All these years, she had lived with the perception that her parents hated her because she was not a boy. But could it be that she was the one who was judging them from afar? Could it be that the space she had given them was just too far enough?Was it really necessary for her to try to understand the adults instead of them doing it instead? How unfair was that? But it was probably the only way to be treated the way she always wanted to by her parents. “You got this, Abi,” Zita said and placed her hands on her shoulders. “You know I will always be here.&rdqu
“Are you alright?” She heard someone asked. Abigail grumbled but did not lift her head from the mud. She does not have the energy to do so. She just poured out some drops of the Amytal fluid and mixed them with dark soil. Then she made a little depression on the mixed soil and was about to place the plant inside, when she knocked the remaining Amytal fluid down. Her frown deepened as she watched the ruined soil. She stood, but the water can fell off the working bench, and the water on it flowed away from the garden. Abigail sighed and picked the little hole. She dusted her hands and walked away from the garden.
They then heard the trumpet or whatever it was, sounded yet again for the third time. This time it was followed by a shout of people. The shout was unclear if it was a celebration or wails. “Are we under attack or something?” Zita asked, her lips trembled in fright. Her eyes were back to its normal brown color, but they seemed to bulge out from her skull. She was clearly terrified.“There is only one way to find out,” Abigail immediately said as she rushed to where the noise was coming from. Abigail took the lead down the hallway, with Zita almost running to keep up with her strides. The smell of bread and roasted chicken replaced that of the nectar.
The door to her chambers came into view after so many anticipated walk up the stairs. She opened the door and was already in her wardrobe before the door could finally open. The lever in her closet was easy to locate, and she pulled it down. She and Zita hurried down the tunnel. It was lightened by the touch light of the sun, which sent its beam strolling into the tunnel.“Which way?” Zita asked. “There,” Abigail replied as she pointed, and they hurried towards the open clearing which lead into the city. Abigail knew the place by heart. She had used this route many times to get to away f
“Yes, we have brought good news to the people of Ekron.” He said at last, “The lord emperor himself has picked out Ekron as the city to host this year’s competition and transition into the brotherhood of the Watchers.”The room erupted with happy screams. The men rammed their cups together and laughed with joy. There were Bard men everywhere, staring at the Watcher that it was obvious that they might fall into the mouth of the man if care is not taken. ‘Where is he going?’ Abigail questioned silently as her eyes followed the blue-eyed boy who stood up from his seat and walked towards the exit.She excus
“Hold him still,” Vera Angelo said as she held the King who was convulsing uncontrollably. White foamy saliva was pouring out from his mouth, and his eyes were closed. The guards in the room had placed him on the table, pinning his convulsing body to the wood.Abigail burst through the crowd and hurried to her father, but a hand pulled her back, she turned her eyes to the face of Gilman, who held her and was smiling quietly at her.“Let go!” She shouted, tried to struggle, but the old hands were strong and glowed with strength compared to her. For a man his age, Abi could not easily hope for the grip to be released. However, she is still a princess that has the right to demand!
“No passage until the search is over,” The man’s deep voice said. Abigail could not believe what she was hearing. How dare this man treat her as if she was not the Princess?! But could she blame them? The situation was really urgent as it involves the health of the King. After all, they were looking for the one who had caused him to be sick.She was just mad that the way the guards were looking and treating her was as if she could even harm her father. “The Queen has sent us to bring something from the chambers, something that would aid the s
Zita looked at Abigail with hope. She was still kneeling when she asked, “Do you believe me?” Abigail shook her head, and the spoke tiredly, “I don’t know, but I know you are not a killer.”Zita was on her feet, with relief spreading out across her face. “Thank you… Thank you so much for trusting me…” She said tears are running down her eyes, but she was smiling brightly. “We must find a way to correct this,” Abigail waved her hand dismissively. She was still trying to figure out what was going on. She went toward her bed and sat on it, despite wanting to just hide under the sheets.