"What was that all about!" Abigail barged into the main dining room as Beatrice, Belladonna and Ronald III looked up in her direction.
"We'll talk about this later Abigail," Ronald says unconcerned as he cuts through a piece of chicken with his table knife.
"How selfish of you! Do you ever consider my feelings about-" Before Abigail could even talk, Ronald angrily slams his hands on the table as the atmosphere choked with silence.
"I said... We'll talk about this after," he repeated, this time in a serious and intimidating tone as they Both glared at one another, Blue against Hazel.
"Mary, Get her dressed up. We have guests coming over in an hour" He demanded, still looking at Abigail dead in the eyes.
"Don't.You.Dare" She growled in rage but it was her words against his.
"Carol will be here. So behave yourself" He says coldly.
Abigail looked at her stepmother, 'Belladonna' softly hoping she would have her back, but she just foolishly stared at her food, not even looking her once in the eyes.
Abigail couldn't believe this! First Beatrice now Mum?!
Without any further argument, she shakes her head disappointed at their ignorance as she turns her back on both of them and aggressively slams the door. It was hard to believe her own Family ratted her out to a bloodthirsty emperor only known for his cruelty and coldness. It couldn't slip out of Abigail's mind. Especially the way everyone looked at her after that day. Some with Pity, and some with disappointment How annoying...
Abigail entered her room and instantly let out an ear-piercing screech of anger. This was the most frustrating situation she had ever been in. It got on her nerves so bad, she tried to hold in the tears from streaming down her cheeks.
"Are you okay My Lady?" Cara, her Lady-in-waiting, whom she hadn't even noticed earlier ran over to her concern.
Abigail poured out her anger as tears started to flow down her rosy cheek even though this was the first time Abigail cried in front of someone, much less a servant.
"I hate them!" Abigail screamed as Cara gave her a tight comforting hug.
"Her Majesty should not cry, it will get you wrinkles," Cara says sweety while cleaning her tears.
After an hour of sobbing while explaining, Abigail became calmer and more relaxed than before.
"It's only normal for your parents to care about your well-being being Her Majesty," Cara says as Abigail scoffs in disbelief
"Well, being? Do you think being forced to marry someone against your will is caring about her well-being? I'm 20 For God's love!" Abigail yelled angrily
"This isn't the first time the king has acted so unfairly" she mumbled.
Unexpectedly, A knock interrupted their conversation as Beatrice peered in with a tray in her hands and a weak smile on her face.
"Great! The last person I wanted to talk to right now" Abigail stated in a pissed tone.
Noticing how quiet and toxic the atmosphere was, Cara bowed at Beatrice respectfully and left my room. The instant Cara exited her room, Abigail narrowed her eyes at the Tray she placed in front of her and chuckled loudly.
"Don't think that biscuit is going to solve anything Beatrice" She lamented in a cold tone but was answered by an anxious Sigh.
"I know you hate me for what happened a day ago and you probably don't want to hear me out but believe me when I say I feel horrible for not telling you" Beatrice confessed
"How long have you known about this?" Abigail cuts to the chase.
Beatrice was hesitant at first, but judging by how serious and ferocious Abigail was, she knew that lying would only make things worse.
"For 3 months now," Abigail says defeatedly and scoffed
"So you guys were planning to marry me off and you didn't ask for my permission?" She muttered in rage.
"It's to support our empire Abigail" she answers weakly after a minute of guilt and silence.
"Since it's such a big deal, then why don't you marry him? You are the Heiress and the Crowned Princess" Abigail pointed out sternly but Beatrice became even more silent.
"Just- please understand that this is for you, for us..." She reached out for Abigail's hands but instead, she forcefully pulled back aggressively as she let out a devastated sigh,
"Please try to understand." Saying that Beatrice got up from my bed and lightly patted her shoulders before finally leaving my room. Right after leaving my room, Mary 'the head maid' instantly walked in with a few more maids as she held a beautiful Red flowing dress with matching 'Red ball gloves.
"Your Majesty" They Curtsey
"His Majesty informed me to get you dressed up, this dress was from his pick"
"Fine, do as you wish" Abigail muttered in a defeated tone.
'If they wanted a wife material, then that's what they would get...
Straight from hell...'
"Your Majesty" One of the royal guards interrupted.
"His Majesty demands you. Prince Carol has arrived"