Chapter 32 RECONCILE

NARRATIVE POINT OF VIEW

Carrying the most wanted man of Irvine, the smoke belching chimney of the coal train emits freedom. It was giddy, but none of that matters as they held each other dearly. He refused to let go, blaring her lips as they go down the rugged floor.

The wood creaks with every movement, signaling his hunger. Agatha held his nape, gripping it tightly as she seizes the kiss with closed eyes. His ravishing heed was evident, as his growl resounds louder and louder. Lowering his pummel towards her neck, she found herself heaving with rapture. He pulled away and hungrily undressed her in a swift, blaring kisses all over her bareness without missing a spot.

He eyed her warmly. He tipped his fingers and rubbed her flower lightly “I apologize for my coldness, ” he stated, pertaining to his chilly temp. Agatha bit her lips and shook her head. “no worries, I prefer it icy”

He chuckled, inserting his fingers and drilling into her repeatedly. Agatha gaped, scratching the wooden flooring of the train. He eyed her with hunger, gulping the forming thirst in his throat. He stopped right before she reaches climax, standing tall and hovering over her, he took his hefty member out.Agatha bit her lips as she expects his entrance.

“Haaaa…” they whimpered in unison as he slid one side of his member beneath her sensitive opening, just enough to enthrall her deeper. “stop teasing and put it in…” she begged, facing him with squinting eyes.

He nodded once, pulled away, and slowly entered her. “Ughhh…” the sound of her fulfilled measures blared his ears. He crawled on top of her and faced her. “Agatha…” he growled with a deep voice, his eyes glitching as he does so. She held him in a tight embrace “I love you…” they said unison, perfectly fitting the warmth they’re feeling. He chuckled right before moving in a slow pace. He gave her deep kisses, entwining their tongue as the moon shines over, exposing the couple sharing a steam in the middle of thy winter. He moved faster, indulging himself at the euphoric moment they share together. Viscount Claude held her hands. Clenching it together, they felt even closer.

She threw her head back, feeling the nearing ignition that’s about to come. He hovered below her neck, biting her subtly, letting enough blood out.

Her scream of pleasure soared as the man atop of her coils. Blasting his seed inside her, she lifted her legs catching everything as to not let anything leak. The Viscount remained rigid, placing his hands atop of hers he drank just enough blood to accompany his apex.

Catching her breath, he held his hair. Brushing it gently, she leaned closer “can we do it again?” her gleaming green eyes greeted him as he lifts his head from her open neck. He smiled playfully. “certainly, my dear. It will take us a day to get to Hizuru…” he gave her a peck “and I’ll make sure you have a hard time getting off the train once we get there” he joked, pulling her closer and lifting her to sit.

They shared the rest of the night playing. Sticking each other’s body together, they never ceased to miss a beat. For the first time in her life, she felt loved. His embrace certainly captured her wholly, a legacy he has brought upon dearly.

She may not notice, but every passing hour, the Viscount grew nervous. And that’s the reason why he ought to hug her tight for the rest of their journey. What’s about to come in Hizuru will certainly cause her dread. He smiled bitterly, hoping for the best as to not repeat history.

Now that he felt her trust, He ought to wear a facade once more.

Forging the barricade of the capital, the convoking anger of the furious individuals brought forth uncontainable chaos. Each neighboring nation had a representative, ranging from duke to barons, their presence enraged the people further. Duke Campbell held his head low. Nothing is more heartbreaking than getting your son killed and calling for a state meeting the next morning.

Ezekiel stood by the platform, surrounded by hundreds of political leaders aiming to abide the next step. “It has come to our knowledge that the infamous Viscount lied about his identity, practiced forgery, extortion for power and worse of all, killed young nobles and peasants alike at the expense of his nature.”

Lord Castledow sat by the sideline, listening and nodding his head with satisfaction. “This however, does not amount to the biggest crime he committed… Lord Castledow?” he stood up. Ridding of the fear that has threatened him, he was about to voice it out.

“With the help of Ezekiel Reeve, a servant of mine has been discerned of her true identity. Agatha, that’s her name… Buying her from the house of Louis might’ve been my biggest mistake, as I merely purchased her for the captivating eyes she had without knowing her past…” he took the rolled documents out of his pockets and showed it to everyone “23 years ago the late leader of the Reeves left the heir in an orphanage, what made him do it was his wrath towards the Bridgeton Regiment. His Father however,” he eyed Ezekiel “bared different sentiments…” he extended his hands, asking for the pendant “This… this is the lone memento we have of the heir, a locket containing the very same picture of the young girl I blessed as the servant of my manor. Agatha, the gift I gave to my late daughter…is the missing heir of Bridgeton, the queen to take the throne. Princess Coreen Livingston…and she has been captured by the lonesome Vatcherun ”

Silence is loud, or so they say, and that might be the case inside the courtroom. The leaders stayed still, processing the fact they obtained after such controversial statement. Ezekiel expressed gratitude towards Lord Castledow by patting him in the back, gesturing him to take a seat back. He heaved and closed his eyes.

“Thank you very much Lord Castledow…” he started, scanning the room he expressed his sentiments “Firstly, I would like to apologize for keeping the investigation in our hands, away from conspiring with the Irvine Yard. Second, I would like to express regret as the newly founded leader of my clan for the grave sin Lawson Reeve committed and lastly…” he took a deep breath “In behalf of Bridgeton, I would like to apologize for keeping the existence of Lawrence Vatcherun a secret. Lying about the end of their bloodline, I am willing to take the blame and be punished. However, before taking the penalty, I would like to ask for your help” he eyed the Governor of Hizuru “Lawrence Vatcherun, or as we know Viscount Claude, is on his way to Hizuru. Together with Princess Coreen.” He gazed at the wooden clock behind his back “five hours…” he whispered and gazed back at them.

“I know that in these tough times, our nations are divided. Most of you are probably thinking of cutting ties with Bridgeton… but in order to defeat the last Vatcherun, we ought to act together… five hours. If the blizzard isn’t as strong as I think, it’d take them approximately five hours and in that limited time window… I need your strength,” he gulped, stepped out the platform and lowering his head before screaming “Please, lend us your assistance!”