He should let go, Alfonso knew this but it felt so hard. He didn't want to; rather, he could not.
Alfonso thought that she was suffocating in this thing she called a marriage. He wanted to help her, although it felt foolish.
The cold midnight breeze blew across; the Atmosphere was elated. After all, it was the spring festival. After the lanterns were lit the festivities resumed. It was going to be this way until dawn if nothing out of the ordinary didn't happen.
Abrielle's eyes went wide when her eyes fell on Cedric's hilt he was pulling out. The alarm bells rang in her head, Cedric was going to kill Alfonso.
The plot was trying to take control; Alfonso was meant to die today when a nobleman caught him having an affair with his wife, but this time, Alfonso lost interest in his games and got invested in Abrielle.
