Chapter 33 ABSCONDING
NARRATIVE POINT OF VIEW
He sat there in silence, eyeing the blazing snow piling up as they get closer to their destination. He had his body exposed, not minding the cold unlike the woman beside him. Who is quite frankly, shivering with bliss. Her winter dress deemed futile as she kept her body in place with his. He gazed at her, with arms wrapping around her shoulders, he chuckled. “It would be less cold if you were to let go” he said, thus, making her frown.
She had her head resting above his cold chest. “I feel warmer this way”
His hands made its way towards her hair. They kept their eyes in place with earnest stares. Expressing the fondness in silence, she pointed her lips, asking for his muzzle. He leaned over and gave her a peck, smiling afterwards whilst brushing her hair. He showed a sign of despair and she managed to read him quickly “you seem gloomy, is there a problem?”
As much as he wants to tell, he knew that it would be better to keep it on the seal. He sighed, planting her face beneath his mind. “Agatha… promise me that when you 're given a chance, no matter how convincing, you’ll ought to have me chosen.”
She furrowed her brows, failing to understand his words “I fail to understand what you’re speaking of” she replied, gripping his body in a tighter embrace.
Viscount Claude smiled “you will, sooner” he mentioned, eyeing the window next to their seat once more “you can take a nap, we’ll be arriving in two hours”
Lying her gently across the cushion seat, he managed to get away from her tight embrace without waking her. He stooped low, scanning her sleeping face brought him tranquility amidst the bustling notions taking over him. He stood up after giving her a subtle peck on the cheek, taking his clothes and putting it on with mettle.
Ridding himself of the agitation, he trudged from trailer to trailer, looking for the Silver dagger. A lonesome chest caught his eye. Perhaps he kept it there. He opened it carefully, letting the built-up dust eat him fully. He coughed, waving his hands to flap the musty dirt away.
Lawrence pined, seeing the sharp blade of the knight. He took it out whilst avoiding the blade. He held the handle and eyed it out. Odd as it is, a mocking grin formed along his lips. “I never thought that I’d be thankful for this curse…” he mumbled with a subtle chuckle. He stood up and plodded to the window. He cannot see what surrounds him, but he can feel their presence. The subtle sound of an airship blared his attentive ears. A few hundred miles away is where they're at. His chuckle turned to an eccentric laugh, letting his anger pass as he claims the gamble about to take off that night.
He walked back to the trailer where Agatha lies in peace. He stared at her for a long time.
He smiled sweetly as the soft snoring lady turns towards him.
He kneeled beside her, watching her closely to capture her beauty registering in his mind.
"I had plans... Framing the Duke and killing him was my primary goal, not until you came..." His lips curved upwards. "You changed me, Agatha... and I'm prepared to abandon everything just to be with you. Even if it takes a big risk, I'll gamble everything just to be with you... I love you"
Agatha heaved, feeling the heat suddenly covering her, made her eyes open. “we’re here, Agatha” his mesmerizing beauty greeted her dazed consciousness, but the moment she realized his words, it rendered her fully awake. Sitting excitedly with glee, she wore the coat he gave her. “really?” she asked, looking out the window. The blizzard has stopped, but the piled-up snow is clear.
He extended his hands, allowing her to hold on as they’re about to head out. “How far is your manor from here?” she asked worriedly. He remained silent. Replying with just a subtle smile. Agatha furrowed her brows, but brushed it off at no expense. Pulling herself up, she stayed behind him. They trudged to the door leading outside. They’ve got no bags, as they burned it earlier, leaving no trace behind about the life Lawrence lived for a few years in Irvine.
He halted for a moment, just standing by the door as he began to call for spiritual solemnity. “V-viscount?” she asked, waiting for him to open. He furrowed his brows. It’s a new chapter, he’d certainly prefer if she were to call him by his actual name. “Lawrence…” he uttered, but she failed to hear.
“pardon?”
“nothing…” he said with a smile. Maybe now is not the time. She'll eventually find out anyway.
Allowing the zephyr of the winter to enter, he moved the metal door open. She shivered lightly as the winter solstice envelopes her fully. He took a step out of the soft snow, raising his sense in the process. He scanned around the area. It’s ideal, he thought.
The pine woods surrounding them about 50 meters apart will be a big help. Not just to him, but to the enemies as well. He eyed the towering mountain behind them. He squints his eyes, there’s no doubt as to where they are. He smiled secretly, turning his back towards her, he spoke of a rule “Agatha, may you act frightened?”
She furrowed her brows “why?”
He shrugged, trying to come across lightly “please” he smiled with his eyes, pleasing as ever. Agatha nodded “how though?”
“It’ll come naturally” he said, reaching out for her. Agatha took his hands. She was about to get out carefully but was quickly snatched by him, making her fall down the powdery snow as hundreds of silver bullets came blaring in.
The continuous clicks of metal echoed, piercing her ears as it hits the frame of the train “what is happening?!” she yelled in panic, eyeing him with tremendous fear. Lawrence grabbed her, scurrying over as he ran faster.
“where are these bullets coming from?!”
He had her carried as if they're newly wed. Easing himself as he tries to get away, he entered the woods with precise movements. Hundreds of thought-provoking notions entered his mind, but he cannot bear to take action. He doesn’t have what it takes to kill, as it will place her in a dire situation. He leaped from tree to tree, missing the bullets fired by three battalions of seven different nations.
