Chapter 357: Chapter 357 – Sarah Religias
I stood by the window of my new bedroom that was inside the second floor of the castle. Room next to only a few more away from Margaret.
Lucian didn’t try to take it any further after the initial warning he got, but still gave the furthest room he could without touching my borders.
Pat Pat
Pat Pat
I saw rain pattering on the training grounds from the vicinity of the castle through the window. Even though the rain was falling quite hard, the intensity with which the soldiers trained didn’t lower and even as they wet themselves, slid and fell, they didn’t stop.
Hardened groups of soldiers, a martial city.
Not one that is ruled by an iron claw, yet satisfies people with its stern yet calm justice system. Quite a peaceful and lively city.
The one at fault for such a fantastic change is apparently not the one who’s currently at the helm of it. It’s Sarah, the mother of the two prodigies.
Even though she is bedridden for quite so ti, the strength and approach she showed back then still has its effects remaining… but not for long it seems.
The journey to Whitedon showed a few things that I had forgotten.
The Bandit Attacks.
Those attacks may seem random and didn’t showed much consequences but in the mass of it all, it’s a colossal problem.
Those bandits that had attacked us and the others would co to be mbers of a large group of bandits if they had not t us. That sa group would be the catalyst that cuts the straw between Margaret and Samantha.
At the present mont, I still see so semblance of love or at least so affection in Margaret for Samantha.
Yet, in the future when the bandits would bite on their birthplace and Margaret would have no choice but to fight on the front lines, things would change very fast.
Margaret is a dangerous woman, but she’s still nowhere close to the monster she would be when war runs through her veins. The power, the pain of others and ecstasy she’ll feel later on would change her to one of the most dangerous villain’s Arthur and Samantha would have to face.
But with getting connected with her life, I would make sure such a future doesn’t appear… at least not the one that would defeat her.
Knock Knock!
“Yes” I turn around as the door opened and showed Margaret.
She was wearing normal clothes for once. A single long white and blue sundress that covered her fully up to her neckline. Her hair tied up in a single white silver-ish ponytail.
Margaret didn’t look like the fighter or tomboy that could cripple thirty man in an unard fight. Right now, she is a very beautiful woman with two big bazookas that ca to her ho with her future fiancé… soone that her family hasn’t approved of yet.
“Is trying to get consent from your parents going to be that hard?” I ask.
Margaret sighed and looked down at her beautiful dress and tugged it, “Does it really look like I am trying too hard?”
I walk closer, shaking my head with a smile, “No, but when the person who keeps dressing like n, suddenly wears sothing like that… it’s a bit different.”
“If you say that then it’s going to be even harder. Maybe I should just change into my regular clothes.”
Seeing her distraught like that, I stop her, “That’s not it. It’s good that you’re trying so hard, it will show your parents how much you want this.”
Then I smile brightly at her dress, “And truth be told, this is far more gorgeous than I imagined it to be.”
Margaret smirked at my gawking, “Oh… so do you want to wear such pretty dresses when we’re living together?”
“Not if its discomforting,” I get back to looking again, “But I wouldn’t mind seeing you like this once in a while… makes rember-”
“That you didn’t marry a boy.” She said.
I fought those words, “That I married one of the most beautiful woman… who’s a bit shy to wear pretty clothes.”
“Hey!” Margaret slapped my hand and looked away, “I’m not shy… I just don’t like wearing flowers and such stuff.”
I could see a hint of blush on the controlling tomboy and the idea of marrying her and breaking her at our wedding night only intensified.
“Oh, yes!” Margaret turned to , “The reason why I’m here. Mother is awake, so we should go visit her right now.”
“Is your father back?”
“No.”
“Wouldn’t it best to greet them together?” I suggest.
“It could be,” Margaret said, “But it would also be bad to make mother wait. She may look patient, but she rarely is.”
“And as I said before, Mother’s approval cos first!” Margaret reminded.
“Alright” I pat down my best looking black suit with similar pants and look at her, “Let’s go et Mother-in-Law.”
…
We went downstairs and into the inner center of the castle, a place most guarded by armored guards. It was the place where the treasury and the main bedroom of the lord was so it was expected.
The guards looked at us and gave respectful nods and also curious glances at .
After a two-minute walk that seed more like 20 minutes, we finally ca before a tall black wooden door.
Knock Knock!
“Mother, it’s !” Margaret knocked at the door.
The reply ca quickly, “Is he with you?” The voice of a middle aged woman’s got out.
“Yes”
“Co in then.”
Margaret opened the door and went in as I follow her.
The bedroom was large with a lot of things and refined furniture that it seed like its another own house. My attention quickly went to the big wooden king size bed with four posters, or more accurately to the woman sitting on it.
It was a mature version of Samantha with a bit of greyed out silver-ish hair. Her face was a bit thinned but still remained quite beautiful. Her water blue eyes were paler than her daughters yet much sharper than both combined.
Sarah Religias wore a white comfortable linen dress with her back to the wall. In her hands were a large book with stacks of paper that told of business.
She gestured us in with a smile, “Co in and let hold you.”
Margaret smiled brightly, a real smile as she went and hugged her, “Mother, it is good to see you. I hope your body is in good spirits.”
“Of course it is, but it would feel even better if you visited more.” Then her eyes turned to and her smile curved a bit, “and we have a special guest.”
I suddenly felt like I was being investigated by sharp needles. But it was nowhere close to the level I felt when Abigail’s mom checked .
That’s why I smiled and kneeled before her and kissed her left hand, “It’s a great honor to et you, ma’am.”
“Is that true?”
“Of course! To be able to kiss the strongest woman’s hand is definitely many a man’s dream.”
Sarah’s eyes bore into , “You actually have the audacity to joke before … or is that a defense chanism to hide your anxiety?”
“Definitely the dream part.”
Sarah laughed a bit before patting my hand, “Good to know you aren’t just a muscle boy and actually have so guts.”
“Now tell the truth, what is happening here?”
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