The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband-Chapter 365: The ones after her head

Betty’s silent cries grabbed everyone’s attention. Camilla, who was seated closest to her, started rubbing her back gently to comfort her.

"It’s fine, we understand." She whispered. They have all lost someone close to them to death’s bite. The fleeting memory of Abigail resurfaced in Abrielle’s mind. A weak sigh left their lips.

Betty was going through a lot of mental stress.

"You can ride with me. It is a 3-day journey. On the morning of the 2nd day, we will ride through Riverdale. I would love to meet your mother." Becky chimed.

Her carriage was originally meant to travel through Betty’s town so it didn’t change a thing. "Thank you," Betty muttered. She didn’t have a ride because she refused to contact her family.

Last night, she had a vivid dream; Hope came to see her with a dagger to her chest. She begged Betty to go home, assuring her she didn’t blame Betty.

It wasn’t that easy, she knew in her bones now her sister was truly dead. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"It’s nothing. I would love to hear your stories as we travel. It is better than sharing a carriage with a boring magistrate." Becky jokes; a round of laughter echoed, and Betty smiled.

All the girls who were not going in the same route as Abrielle were leaving today. Abrielle also thought of her own journey ahead. She was scared of going back, she had no choice.

They spent the rest of the morning eating, laughing softly, and sharing stories. Some girls talked about the homes they would return to. Others, like Cecilia, spoke about their lives in Vitalis.

When the food was gone, and the dishes were cleared, a quiet fell over the room; it was finally time.

Abrielle stood and the girls followed, their hearts full of both excitement and something heavy like saying goodbye to a part of themselves. She led them through the castle halls, her steps slow and steady, their footsteps echoed. Everyone’s mind is filled with their thoughts.

They stepped out into the castle courtyard, it was sunny today after a long night of rain. Rain from the previous night had left the cobblestones glistening, and the air smelled fresh of wet grass, flowers, and the faint scent of pine from the surrounding trees.

Several carriages stood waiting, each polished and ready. The magistrates stood beside them, formally in their coats but smiling kindly as they greeted the girls. A few castle maids had come out as well, lining up quietly to watch the farewell.

Abrielle turned to face the group. Some girls were already crying. Others gripped their small travel bags tightly, faces pale with nerves.

"I guess this is it, Do have a safe journey back. I will pray to Nyxoria for your safe return," Abrielle said, her voice soft and steady.

Betty stepped forward first, wrapping Abrielle in a tight hug. "Thank you for always telling me the truth. I refused to accept" Abrielle was stunned by the hug, but she returned.

"I’m glad you finally accepted it." Abrielle chimed then broke the hug. Something flickered through Betty’s gaze, she was hesitant to say something.

"Is there something you want to ask?" She asked, reading through Betty’s gaze. Betty nodded then her lips parted. "In my dream, I saw Hope’s ghost. She gave me a message to tell you."Betty said.

Abrielle’s brows furrowed, "what did she say?" There was this impending sense of doom that the princess felt

"Hope said, they want you. The ones that killed her want you; they are the reason you were kidnapped." Betty explained. Abrielle was stunned and thrown into deep thoughts.

"Thanks for telling me, have a safe journey. Betty." She said; Betty bowed and then left.

Becky followed, holding back tears, and whispered, "I will make sure to write once Betty gets home and when I also arrive. I hope you have a safe journey to Vitalis." she informed the princess.

Abrielle pushed back her worries to return the warmth to Becky. "I will appreciate the letters."

One by one, they said their goodbyes to each other. Abrielle hugged each girl, brushing tears from their cheeks and whispering words of comfort and pride. Some promised to write. Others simply held her hands and couldn’t speak at all.

As the girls climbed into their carriages, the horses shifted and snorted softly. Wheels creaked, the sound sharp in the quiet morning.

Abrielle stood tall, hands folded in front of her as the carriages began to move. The girls leaned out of the windows, waving back at the princess and the rest of the girls who were yet to leave.

They all waved back until the last carriage disappeared down the castle path and into the trees beyond.

Only then did she allow herself to sigh. A tingling sensation hit her nose with a sneeze escaping her nose. Abrielle quickly covered her nose with her hankie, and a small snort rolled off her nose.

"Do you feel ill, Your Highness?" Evelyn asked, feeling concerned. Abrielle blew her nose and shook her head. "No, I am fine."

Evelyn’s eyes were still on her. "I hope nothing comes up; we are travelling back to Vitalis tomorrow morning." She informed Abrielle who was surprised because Cedric didn’t mention it to her.

"I had no idea," she said.

"The prince informed me this morning. You were still fast asleep." Evelyn replied.

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Away from the courtyard deep in the underground dungeons where the captives from death bite were still held, a tall figure was seen leaving the darkness as he walked through the iron gates.

His body was covered in dark clothes with a scary black mask that covered his entire face, making him more terrifying. Cedric held a sword in his hand that had blood dripping from it.

Screams echoed behind him; he stopped and then gazed through a small window at the clear blue sky. He sighed then ran his free hand through his hair. "How boring," he sneered.

The screams grew louder; they were the screams of the captive who refused to cooperate. They thought the prince wouldn’t kill them because of their family connections. How ignorant of them.

Only a few had agreed to corporate thinking it would save them; how foolish they were to think there was a way to escape death. They were the first ones he killed.

Rhonda, another of Cedric’s elite assassins, his number 5 in rank, approached him with a clean bow of water and towel to watch out for the blood. "Do you have any instructions, your highness?" She asked.

Rhonda was pretty young, a year younger than Abrielle. She had black hair and dead red eyes that never smiled. She was the best spy in his ranks.

Cedric scooped some water to watch his face and hand. "I want you to infiltrate the ladies of the moon. They were the ones that came after my wife." He mentioned while washing.

Rhonda was very pretty, a peerless beauty able to stand next to Abrielle. "I will try my best."

"I don’t need you to try, I want you to carry out the instructions. Also informed Aurora and Cassandra to investigate all the families associated with the scumbags. Even after their death, they will still be of help to me."