Austin thought he tested her and asked, "There's so many dead bodies yet you're not afraid of them, Princess Agatha." "I have seen plenty of horrendous death in the palace. What more is these dead bodies to the horror of bodies in the palace?" Austin frowned. He had forgotten that she was locked in a cell. She must have seen and heard many screams and screeches of horror down in the prisoner's cell. He clenches his fist tightly that for such a lovely princess like her to be held in prison due to her father's hatred was totally mistreated. "Your majesty, everyone is dead." "Everyone?" "Yes." "Even May?" "Yes. It looks like they tried to r*pe her but couldn't, so they killed her too." "How do you know that." "Her clothes is torn, but nothing is done to her. It seems…" "What?" "It seems she put up quite a bit of a fight. Because of her resistance, they penetrated the sword to deep and it killed her before they could touch her." Agatha let out a sigh and walked away from them.
...."I wonder, how long you’re going to ignore me?" he whispers. When they got to his kingdom his pack welcomed them.“Odd,” thought Agatha. “I didn’t think he would actually present me to his pack.”Austin stared at her and said, “What? Were you expecting me to leave you in the dark?”Agatha frowned at him. “Of course, that’s what I expected. For you hated me that you even set up my assassination,” she thought.Austin sensing that Agatha have been quiet since the incident. She wasn't aruging back like she usual does. She wasn't even talking to him. Something about her frigidity is making him uneasy. It's as if he didn't like this distance she's pulling on him. “What’s wrong?” asked Austin. He lifted his hand to her face trying to sooth her eyebrows.Agatha flinched away from him and said, “Nothing.”Austin was angry at her sudden withdrawal. "How dare she not want to be close to me," he thought. "Even if my clan is not as big or strong as her father, even if my domain isn't as grand
He stared at her and thought he saw her eyes shining for a moment. "What? What was that?" he thought. The maids showed her to her room. She followed them into her room. She looked around and saw that everything was made of wood. Even the small shed was made of wood. It seemed everything was new as it seemed to have fresh wood smell. She could imagine that with the frequent storms there's probably lots of trees falling, so the buildings are constantly having to be rebuilt. The only thing that looks old is the sturdy mansion of King Austin. It gave her a cozy feeling like she was in a wooden cabin. She liked this natural look. "Not much huh?" asked the maid. "Huh?" questioned Agatha. "The King's home." "Oh. Well, it's not like the palace where it was covered with gold. But this will do." "Really?" The maid sounded excited. "I heard that even the maids dress beautifully there." "That, I'm not sure of." "Why is that?" "Well, because I am in a cell. I don't see anyone. So, I wouldn
“Oh, my goodness, this is so embarrassing,” she thought. She stopped swinging her legs around and remained quiet the rest of the way. “Is her room ready?” asked Austin to the head maid. “Yes. Her highnesses room is ready,” replied the head maid. “Good.” “Room? But my room is back there.” “Is it?” asked Austin, glaring at her. Agatha thought it was strange for her to be angry at her. She took her room with no shame. She didn’t complain or say anything. She was happy that she got a roof and a room for her to sleep in. So why is he upset with her. “Her highness should find the room suitable,” said the head maid. “She better or you will be joining that other maid in the shed.” The head maid nodded her head. Agatha looked at the head maid and said, “Where-What room is suitable for me?” “You will know soon enough,” answered Austin, strolling ahead with her in his arms. As they walked up the flight of stairs Agatha saw that the rooms and spaces were bigger and grander than the low
“Come on,” said Austin. “it’s time.” “Time?” questioned Agatha. “Yes. For you and me to go into the room, together.” Austin held out his hand to her. “Humph! I would never walk into that room with you. I am the woman whom you didn’t like nor wanted. You hated me so much you made sure I was well aware of it. So, therefore I won’t listen to you. I am not going to do what you want,” she wanted to say to him. Instead she held her tongue as she was afraid of what he will lash back at her. Austin tilted his head at her and said, “Well?” Agatha said, “Humph, you ain’t going to get me to stay in that room. That room and I are not a pair. I will go back to where you first put me. Bye-Bye.” She turned on her heels and walked away from him. Walking back to where she came from. Austin huffed and then let out a sneered chuckled. “Alright, you’re testing my patience. I’m trying to be nice to you, but you’re ignoring my kindness. You’re going to back where you thought I unintentionally put you.
Agatha noticed him walking around and asked, “What-What are you doing here?” “What do you mean?” asked Austin, turning around to look at her. “Don’t you have your own room to go to?” Austin frowned and paused for a mere second. He walked over to her and asked, “Are you trying to kick me out?” “Well, it’s been a long day, and I’m tired.” “Okay then do what you need to do.” He turned back to look around her room. Observing the furnitures and drawers. He kept looking to assure everything is complete for her needs. “I would like to take a rest now,” said Agatha, putting her hands on her hips. She was not liking his constant prescence. “Oh. Go ahead then, rest.” Austin was waving his hands at her. Encouraging her to get on her side of the bed. Agatha’s brows narrowed slightly at him. She asked, “So?” “So?” asked Austin, questioning Agatha back. He flipped around after he was completely content with the arrangement of the room. He fixed his clothes to make sure everything was neat b
In the early morning Agatha woke up to see Austin’s face close to her. She was startled by his closeness and screamed, “Ahh.” “What? What is it?” asked Austin. He looked around and didn’t see any assassin or anyone but them. Agatha grabbed the blanket and pulled it up to cover her body. “What-What are you still doing here?” “What do you mean?” “Aren’t you supposed to be out and about already?” “It’s not even dawn yet.” Agatha looked around and saw that it was still dark outside. “Go back to sleep,” groaned Austin. “What?” gasped Agatha. “Are you going back to sleep, or do you need me to come help you.” Austin looked at her sleepily. “Don’t. Don’t touch me.” He leaned on his hand and smile, “I will if you don’t sleep.” “Okay. Okay. I will go back to sleep.” She lay back down on her side and closed her eyes. She tightened the blanket around her and pulled the blanket more towards her. Austin, feeling the cold, tugged the blanket back to him. “Stop pulling the blanket.” “Yo
They were both seated at the table. The maids were bringing in their dishes of food. As soon as the plates stopped coming, they both started to eat. "There's something I want to say to you," said Austin, cutting into his meat. "What is it your majesty," said Agatha. "Don't call me that when we're alone." "What?" "Call me by my name." "It wouldn't be appropriate." "What wouldn't?" "Calling you by your first name." "Why is that?" "We're not that close." "You're my wife." "Contracted." "So?" "So, I shouldn’t or else we would be close.”’ “What?” “Haven’t you heard, by calling each other by their first name will make the two person be closer to each other.” “So? What’s wrong with that?” “You wouldn’t want that would you?” “Why?” asked Austin, eating his piece of steak. “Well, especially when you’re going to be closer to my sister-” "You and I legally married so we must act our part,” said Austin, cutting in on her sentence. "But on paper-" "I know what it says. But i