My attention went to the door when I heard yelling coming from my hall. I stood up and I gestured for Reisa to leave. I knew exactly what was going on out there.
Markle was a pain in my ass as usual. I went outside to the entrance of my quarters where he was yelling my name on top of his voice.
When he saw me, he stopped talking and walked past my guards who were apprehensive as to whether it was wise to physically restrain the first prince and Aldous Raven's heir. Bastain wouldn't have thought twice about it but he was currently occupied with a very important errand that involves a certain red-haired girl.
"Leave us" I ordered everyone in the near vicinity.
"Where is she, you son of a bitch?! Where is my bride to be?! I swear to God, if you hurt her, I will…"
"Threats? Really, Markle?" I asked him with a raised eyebrow.
"I am not joking, Abbott. Did you…"
"...kill her?" I finished for him.
I saw the anger as it flashed across his eyes. Good boy, Markie…he was finally growing a pair.
"Calm down, nephew. She is alive. She is not in Zurich though and she won't be returning any time soon. You and Aldous would of course find another way to get the Baron's secret maps. Abigail Spencer is gone…forever"
"I love her, Abbott. She is mine!" he declared.
I would believe him except I knew exactly who Markle was. I knew what he was capable of.
"You don't love anyone but yourself, Markle. If you did you wouldn't leave her for your mistress giving me ample time to do whatever the hell i wanted with her"
I watched him struggle with his anger, unable to do anything about it.
"This is not over, Abbott. I am heir, I can make you hurt in ways you can never imagine!"
I chuckled.
As far as hilarious jokes go, Markle just exceeded my expectations. Hurt me? With what exactly?
I am fresh out of friends for him to behead. I care for no one but myself and I have little need for physical materials. He couldn't hit me like Aldous for the fear that I might just snap his neck and he couldn't exactly make his grandfather do anything to me without violating the agreement we made. Aldous Raven was anything but a man of his words.
"Go home, Mark"
I turned around and started walking away before he spoke to me.
"This is not over, Abbott! Never! My knights will recover her!"
I stopped walking and turned to look at him. "Then you just signed their death warrants"
He turned around and left. For a brief minute, I wondered what Abby was doing.
**
Abigail's POV
I stirred softly, every movement felt like a thunder strike. I tried to open my eyes but it wasn't as easy as it was supposed to be, I groaned.
What is going on?!
I groaned again. What the bloody hell is going on?!
I blinked twice and tried to open my eyes again but everything was blurry. It was like looking through a wet glass. I clench my head in an effort to stop the terrible headache that felt like a drunk drummer had been given a permanent room in my head to drum. Maybe if I hold still enough then the monstrous headache would subside.
It didn't.
"Take it easy, milady"
The voice wasn't far away from me and it spoke in a low tone thankfully. I took his advice nevertheless and took it easy. It never occurred to me that wherever I was, I was with a man…a strange man.
I opened my eyes and at first, it was like looking through a wet glass but then everything became clear. I felt myself bounce just a little bit before I looked around to see where I was. It was a carriage and sitting opposite me was a familiar face, it was a bit of a stretch but I have seen him before at least.
I groaned again and he handed a bottle of water to me.
"Drink this, it will help"
I took the pilgrim bottle from him and took a sip. It felt so good that I took a gulp next. With my thirst quenched I decided to focus on the more prominent problem in front of me - the fact that I was bound with bronze cuffs!
"What is going on? What did you do to…me? I am going to throw up!" I announced in time to push open my carriage door and puke my guts out while the carriage stopped abruptly on his command.
"I am Sir Bastian, milady. Hold still, the nausea will pass, it's just a symptom of the horse tranquilizer you were dosed with"
He said from his side of the carriage and handed a clean linen to me.
I took it and cleaned my mouth with it.
I wanted to rest my eyes but I think you would agree I have a more pressing matter to deal with.
"I am not a horse, why would someone dose…Abbott!"
I screamed and my eyes flew open and my last memory came flooding back. I was in my room after sharing a heartwarming picnic with Markle and then…i turned around and he was standing there and he was pissed.
Abbott did this.
I looked around but I couldn't see much, the carriage was one of the fancy ones where the curtains were too thick to discern anything.
Then fear crept in like a thief, it came without warning and it soaked even the deepest part of my soul.
Where were they taking me? Was i to be slaughtered on the second prince's order? Is markle looking for me but most importantly, does he know that i am missing?!
My eyes went directly to Bastian's face. Terror covered me in an instant, the carriage resumed its journey but it didn't stop me from trying to jump out of the open carriage door. Better broken bones than a still lifeless heart. I almost succeeded but Bastian was faster, he grabbed me and he latched on.
"Let me go!"