Abigail pov.
"Dumb wit, idiot. Fool.." I continue to curse him. "He is surely suffering from menopause. Such kind of mood swings, hmph!" could he not see that i was in such a bad condition.
My clothes were torn and dirty. My whole body has many injuries. And my face was covered with dust, my hair was disheveled.
"At least he could offer me a bath." I muttered again. As I sniffed myself. I smelled awful, it was after a long time that I felt like that.
I sighed again and closed my eyes. Let it be. It was not like it was the first and last time that I looked like that. As a knight, this was going to be a matter of daily occurrence. So, better that I close my eyes and take some rest.
"My lady. We are here." I groggily opened my eyes and blinked a few times to get my vision clear.
The sun was already shining high in the sky, yet I was feeling tired to the bones and wanted to sleep silently.
