Her hands gripped the edge of her long sleeves, he was back. It has been days since the last they spoke although she saw him yesterday. She felt nervous, guilty and drained.
Maybe she could have just said everything was a misunderstanding, but those words were stuck in her throat. It didn't seem that easy.
She slowly turned around and her eyes fell on him. He was still standing at the entrance dressed rather dignified like a prince. A black mask on his face, which had intricate gold lines that matched his dark-themed clothes of a similar colour scheme. He truly took his job as a villain seriously.
That was a funny way to think about it, "I guess we are still doing the staring game, or you are still offended I beat out your lover from the duel." Cedric sneered, unable to stand the silence. A weak smile grew on her face, she almost forgot he was a jerk.
"Congratulations on winning the duel." Abrielle congratulated him first. Her expression was still serene.
