Sorry for the delay guys. Things are rough in life, but as a Christmas present for all you lovely people reading this story I wrote this chapter just for you. :3 Merry Christmas or whatever holiday you choose to practice.
Abbigail worked in the kitchen's most of the next day and, although Abbigail had lived in this castle her entire life, she was quire unfamiliar with her surroundings. She recognized but few of the servants faces, having avoided Trence, the governess,
and Matilda, her maid, for they would surely recognize her. It was simple to avoid Trence and the governess, but Matilda ate in the servant's hall.
That morning as Abbigail washed the dishes, Cook called her over to him. Abbigail turned her head, but as she did Abbigail could see Matilda standing just behind him. She realized too late and Matilda got a good look at her face. The basket of clean linens
crashed the the floor as Matilda's eyes widened and her hands flew to her mouth.
Before Matilda could say a word, Abbigail rushed the the girl's side. "Please excuse me, Cook. I will take the girl back to her room," Abbigail explained. She ushered Matilda out of the kitchen and back towards the servant's quarters.
"Princess," Matilda whispered in a harsh voice, "I apologize for my harsh tone, but what are you doing here?"
Abbigail bit her lip and crushed her skirts in her fists. "I apologize profusely for leaving, Matilda, but-"Matilda cut the princess off with a wave of her hand.
"That does not matter. I want to know what you are doing back. If Kind Eadric finds you here, not only will he be furious, but he will also force you to stay," Matilda explained.
"Do not tell anyone, especially Trence, I was here. King Damian will surely wish to leave tomorrow and I will be gone," Abbigail insisted, grabbing Matilda by the shoulders. "Please, Matilda."
The maid nodded, her dark curls bouncing. "I promise." Before hurrying off, Matilda pulled Abbigail into a tight embrace. Surprised by the action, Abbigail stiffened. "Good luck, Princess," Matilda whispered right before she rounded the corner and disappeared
from sight.
Abbigail sighed and rubbed her neck with a hand. It was going to be a long day. Abbigail could only hope that Damian would leave by tomorrow. Returning to work, Abbigail's heart was troubled and her mind running a thousand miles a minute.
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Late that night, Abbigail tossed and turned, images of her mother and father haunted her dreams. She sat up, her hair clinging to her face and a chill running down her spine. Washing her face, she decided to take a walk. The smell of earth and grass permeated
the air as Abbigail walked along the perimeter of the castle. She looked up to see a flickering light in one of the windows of the guest wing. Maybe it was Damian. Abbigail contemplated going to visit him. Then she thought better of it. He was probably
dressed for the night. Her face flushed at the image of him standing in his room with only his night clothes on, his muscles rippling beneath the thin fabric.
Turning on her heel, Abbigail hurried back to her room to splash water on her face.