Abigail pov conts.
Asmund continued to look at me with skepticism and then the surroundings. I rolled my eyes reading his thoughts.
"If I wanted to harm you, I would not have wasted my time to bring you here. I have enough list of your leisure activities to send to your father and keep you at house arrest till you grow old." my voice was strong enough to make him realize that i was not joking.
"Who in the world are you?" he asked, as he moved closer trying to subdue me so that he could take my veil off my face.
I moved my dagger and pressed it on his chest with a little effort but the grip was strong enough.
"Do not try something that will make you lose your life." his eyes widened as he felt the tip of it pinning him, oozing out blood in the process.
"Now, if your childish games have ended, shall we talk about business?" he gulped and nodded this time, realizing well that he was no match against me.
