Since everyone was after the pup, no one paid attention that Jessie was missing from her room. The whole palace was in chaos once again when Frenchies had urged everyone to find Ayra who was nowhere in their sight.
anwhile inside the back forest, Ayra was still in her father's arms who suddenly uttered that she needed to kill Cedric to stay by her side always. As if she was jerked back to reality from a world of unknown, Ayra pulled away from him frantically.
Her brows furrowed together and chest tightened in unknown danger when her instincts began to tell her that she should run away from here. From her childhood, her mother always told her that you should never ignore your gut feelings for no reason because sotis our heart is capable of sothing to feel which our sight can't see.
She took a cautionary step back to observe Edward's face loosing color. Putting hold on her emotions that had been erupted by the sudden reconciliation with her father, she managed to squeeze out her question in a breathless whisper,
" Who.. who...are..you.. exactly?"
A mont of shock puzzled across Edward's face as if he didn't expect the question from her so fast. Keeping a tight smile on his face, Edward replied taking a step forward to shorten their distance,
" I am your father obviously. Listen to ..now..We can end this torture if you.."
" You aren't my father!", ca the sharp answer of Ayra who stepped back again.
Her eyes were burning in fury. She felt disgusted to hug soone who wasn't her father. Her chest clenched in rage tightly to assu that soone had dared to take her father's face to create illusion.
Edward stopped in his track and stared at her deeply as if he was thinking about his next step very cautiously. Ayra spoke again raising her voice that ca out cold,
" My father wouldn't ever ask her daughter to beco widowed. He would have rather put himself in stake to save my marriage life. Tell , who are you? Why are you after of why are you doing this to ? What do you want from ?"
Despite her threats and anger, Edward was calm and composed as if he was pondering over his own answers. Without answering to her questions, he skipped to the other topic to ss up with her own thoughts,
" What is the point of this marriage if you don't love him?"
Ayra paused between her talks before looking at him strangely. She had a feeling like he knew every bit of him. Her lips pressed together tightly and anger consud her soul. Her voice ca out in fury,
" My marriage life has nothing to do with you unless you tell who you are."
Ayra spoke and at the anti, her palms began to welco smoke of powers protectively. She could feel her own rage building up as if he was soone who was destined to be destroyed by her.
Edward straightened his back carefully when he noticed the burn that began to radiate from her eyes. He couldn't let her active her both form which would be difficult to handle her. Suddenly he softened his voice and began to creept closer like a silent predator,
" Calm down, Ayra. We can have a nice conversation. That's how I haven't expected our first eting."
Though the ti of their eting was very less, Ayra figured out that whoever he was, he wasn't going to expose himself so easily. If he was really any average creature who just wanted to play with her emotions, he should have stepped back after feeling her hybrid power. But he was still standing there courageously without showing any sign of dissapare. Above all, he had the look like he knew everything about her and her family.
Her lips curled up into a smile. With the smoke of power radiating through her palms, she replied lifting her hands up gently to aim at him,
" You should have predicted this consequence before coming here to et . I am no longer in palace and my power is active here fully. Since you aren't going to tell who you are, there is no point of speaking with you."
As soon as her words left her mouth, her powers charged inside Edward who was a little off-guard. Her power was terrific and pierced through a part of his stomach that left a burning scar. He was backed few steps away from her. To Ayra's surprise, he didn't still return to his actual form nor did he tried to fight against her. She was all ready, ntally prepared to fight with a monster or anything who he were. Even her palms didn't stop radiating powers.
When she looked down at the person who was coughing, her face puzzled in confusion. Before she could ask anything, Edward spoke holding his stomach,
" I just.. wanted to..feel..you better.. I know, you miss your dad."
Ayra was already middle of her task when she heard him saying sothing like that. Her hand stopped in hesitation after he spoke and asked again confusingly,
" Who are you? Why are you speaking like you care about ?"
A smile cracked on his lips when he finally understood that she caught his attention. Before his response could be heard, hasty footsteps began to echo from her back.
Ayra heard it and instinctively looked back to find Frenchies running inside with few guards behind his back. His face was full of worries. When he spotted Ayra safe and sound, relief took over his expression.
Frenchies spoke first looking around suspiciously,
" My lady, what are you doing here alone? We were looking after you."
Ayra frowned before speaking and at the sa ti turned around to point at Edward,
" I am not alone, Frenchies. I t a person who looks exactly like my..."
Her words were stuck inside her throat when she looked down and found nothing anywhere. Worst of all, there was no haze around just like she saw before. Her mind turned blank and it took a while for her to understand what just happened.
Frenchies frowned deeply. Leaving the guards at his place, he walked over to Ayra to ask her cautiously,
" My lady..are you okay?"
Ayra swallowed hard and didn't know how to make him believing her words. She not only saw but talked with the man right here but now there was nothing. Ayra took a deep breath and muttered,
" Frenchies..I saw soone like my father.."
Frenchies blurted out almost instantly before casting a deep glance around,
" How's that possible?"
Ayra sutured failing to understand how she should respond to him,
" Frenchies...I talked with him..I.."
Her words were left unspoken when she noticed the changes that was occuring inside her body. Her head was buzzing all of sudden. It was difficult to stay on her feet and at one point, she was staggering when the sudden dizziness hit her hard.
Frenchies gasped extending his arms to hold her carefully,
" My lady!! What happened to you?"
Ayra muttered holding her head painfully,
" Take.... inside.. Frenchies..He..is here.."
She fainted in Frenchies's arms without explaining anymore words. On the contrary, Frenchies was full of questions but there was no ti to think anymore. He shouted at the guards who stood like Zombie without moving a bit,
" Search out the entire forest now. Who ca here to scare the queen? Report to before you are being beheaded by the king. Go!!"
After giving his order, Frenchies ran inside faster with Ayra in his arms and he was eternally glad that Cedric wasn't here to witness the sight.
Sowhere in DAVINA, a carriage was parked in front of a resthouse. Several n ca & go but no one noticed that a bag was carried away inside carefully as if they had precious treasures.
After taking a careful look of outside, the man ordered his guards to bring the princess inside a VIP chamber. His guards compiled hesitantly and dragged Jessie out of the bag that they were carrying. Fortunately she didn't regain her conscious or else they would have been found out by the guests of this resthouse.
One of his guard asked looking down at Jessie who looked dirty as the dust were all of her face,
" Boss, what do we do now? Would you send her like this way to the Prince?"
His master wrinkled his face before shooting him a dumb glare. A wicked grin flashed across his lips before speaking,
" Absolutely not! The prince will give us a visit tonight in this restroom. At that ti, we will surprise her. Do one thing! Call the female staffs of this resthouse in here and ask them to change her clothes into sothing more exposing.. sothing like stripper. I want to give the prince a perfect view."
One of his guard muttered looking down at Jessie who appeared like a little sleeping tigress,
" Boss, I still think that it's a bad idea."
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