Chapter 31 RENDEZVOUS
NARRATIVE POINT OF VIEW
Philip got off the horse, “but Lord Castledow is meant to denounce that in a public briefing tomorrow noon. Why are you in a hurry?” he asked. Ezekiel threw the suitcase to the ground, landing it open. The resounding gasp of ten men blared as they saw the belongings of the heir stuffed inside.
“We need to alert the nearby nations, we have to get them on our side. We cannot defeat the Viscount alone” Ezekiel said. Philip remained still, processing the farfetched information he gathered in a short amount of time. “c-care to explain?” one of them asked.
“I came across the heir… obviously,” he sighed looking at her belongings. “I hate to say this but… she seemed fond of the Viscount.”
He stepped towards the dying horse and took his gun out. “She’s wearing a winter dress whilst seemingly frantic. She feared that she may not reach him. I don’t know what it means but one thing is certain, they’re on the way to Hizuru.” He announced before firing.
The bullet ricochets deep inside the sickly stallion, rendering it dead in an instant. Ezekiel faced them. He squints his eyes upon seeing Philip wearing a hesitant expression. He read him right, the patriotic comrade of his bears sensitivity about keeping the existence of the last Vatcherun dearly.
“Philip…” he called “Lawrence Vatcherun has openly killed the son of the Duke. That means he’s not interested in keeping his existence in secrecy” he stepped closer and held both his shoulders. “I too am afraid of the effect this will cause for our country and our family, but it’s a matter too big of a deal. For years we’ve kept our failure to ourselves, chasing after him with utter resilience. But this time, its different…She’s with him, Philip. The heir that has been missing for years, we finally found her!”
Philip nodded “and her rescue…”
“-will unite us! And atone for our sins” Ezekiel smiled, assuring his men with dignity.
Leaving the horse onto the side of the road, Agatha quickly fled as she lifts her bustles up. It was a struggle, since the woods covering the rails block the light of the moon. She bit her lips, running as fast as she can in the dead of the night. They promised to meet there, at the outskirts of Irvine. Behind the woods, next to the mountains.
Crushing the thin pebbles and wild plants, Agatha reached the platform erected in the middle of a hill. She trudges over the railings, eyeing her surroundings as she calls for him. “V-Viscount!” she yelled desperately, biting her lips and tearing with uncertainty. She plods around, but no coal train was found.
She sat in the middle of the tracks, holding her face and wailing aloud. “H-he left…” she whimpers. The icy wind blew, making her shiver in despair. Oddly enough, the only thing that might keep her warm is his cold presence.
Shoving the clouds aside, the moon unveiled itself for the nth time. She eyed it with gleaming eyes and pouting lips. Tears flowing one after the other. She watches the beauty for a moment. The glow it holds reminded her of him.
A resounding whistle caught her attention making her gaze to her left. The horizon shows nothing, as a mound had it covered. She squints her eyes with hopes, wishing that it was him. Just then, a fast sounding cackle soared. Pitching and sounding like a machine, it showed.
She gaped, seeing a thick smoke moving towards her. It railed, blasting a sound of resolve. The coal train emerged. Agatha slowly stood up as it gets closer. It was going fast, but there was only one thing focused on her sight. She teared joyously as the harsh wind hits her cunning consciousness.
The ear-piercing screech of the wheels didn’t bother her, as her eyes were fixated above the roof. There he stood, glowing like a beautiful light as the moon hits his naked torso. Blood dripped off his face, reminding her of his vicious and sensual nature. She turned her body to face him fully “I thought you left without me…” she heaved with bleary eyes.
He chuckled deeply, hopping off and towards the ground. He hovered in front of her. “I just did a test run,” he said with a smile. “I thought you escaped”
Agatha shook her head “I didn’t” her sincerity showed, “I didn’t escape…” she repeated with conviction. He nodded, leaning closer and meeting her further. They shared a fervent kiss underneath the glistening moon, enough to feed each other with a doting loom.
