Two days later...
“He is so f*cking arrogant.” Standing outside the damned king's bedroom, Abigail whined. It had been two days since he wasn't cooperating. Not that he had cooperated before, but nowadays, he would close the door on her face and won't even talk to her outside. Frustrated, as she lifted her leg to kick the door, someone's presence alongside froze her in place.
“You are tired?”
The sudden voice would have given her a heart attack if she hadn't worked on the remembrance and realized it was familiar enough. Earning the courage, she looked over her left shoulder and saw Emma smiling heartily. “Oh, girl! You are exhausted.” She commented, discerning her condition. She really felt bad for Abigail. She didn't deserve this.
While walking together toward the balcony, Abigail hea
