Abigail tried to run away, running as far as she could possibly go. Running through trees, the forest, tears in her orbs.
Blinded by fear, anger, doubt and troubling memories that she felt she could never escape from.
Meanwhile, His majesty is now wearing an all black attire, with a drape-like lining, attached to his shoulder, long on the ground.
Sitting on his knees, on the nice clean grass, as he overlooked the horizon from behind the castle. The massive hilltop edge below was nothing but sharp rocks.
The ocean as far as the eye could see, his orbs closed in silence, as nothing but the wind and the clouds were moving. It became dark— cloudy, that it would rain.
Abigail ran, while His majesty sat there, her hair flowing behind her, as His majesty could feel his heart beating, and hers.
Abby falling into some dirt, as she would get her outfit dirty. Slowly looking up at the sky, as she watched the clouds settle in. Feeling a raindrop against her cheek.
She would scream to the top of her lungs, and weep as the rain fell on her. His majesty would open his eyelids, and feel the rain fall around him.
Then, the rain would hit his skin, and eventually he would slowly look up at the sky. Feeling a heaviness within his heart. Sitting there, as the raindrops continued to pour down.
Eventually, Mahad would come in the back, and would stay far away, as he watched the king in silence.
After several more moments, Mahad would walk out there where his king was sitting. The king didn't bother to turn around, as he already knew who it was.
" …. You're getting wet, your majesty. " Mahad would remark calmly.
His majesty wouldn't respond, but would hear his friend's words. Slowly his majesty would rise to his feet, keeping his back to Mahad.
" ... I know…. " He would finally speak.
The small tiny smile formed against his lips, as he said those words.
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A man who was headed to the city would stumble across a woman. While he was on horseback with the wagon that woman would be Abby.
Taking notice of her cowering by a tree. Sitting in silence, her knees to chest. Shaking coldly, as he would pull up beside her.
Having inaudible dialogue, before the man would raise Abby to her feet, helping her with his arms. Slowly wrapping a blanket around her shivering body, before putting her into the wagon.
He would eventually look back at her, as she seemed to have fallen asleep, the thunderstorm making a noise in the sky. The man would slap the ropes down as the horses would ride off with them.
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" She is safe… " His majesty would speak aloud, as he continued to stare at the ocean beyond him.
Mahad was still behind him, but closer now, as Mahad was confused.
" …. I'm sorry— who? Your majesty? "
The king would eventually look back at Mahad, as the wind blew around them. His majesty would lock eyes with Mahad who was much taller than the king.
" ….. A woman…. I shall see again… " He would look around his orbs dilating a bit as he seemed deeper into his mind.
" …. It would seem—- even I cannot escape what is destined and designed. "
Looking back up at Mahad, who looked on in peculiar ways, as the king would form a weak smile at him.
" …. It is a beautiful day, Mahad— try to smile. " He would finish telling his friend, as he would walk past him without another word.
" …. Yes… your grace.. " Mahad said, bowing as his king walked past him. Mahad eventually rose back up, as he looked beyond and noticed the rain stopping.
The rain subsided gradually, and the sun began to rise, as his king said those words to him. Mahad stared at the horizon line, as he looked in amazement.
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The man had eventually dropped Abigail off at the city, and where Mr. Lingo lived. The man knocking against his door, as Mr. Lingo opened it.
Abigail looking filthy, weak, and bruised up, as Mr. Lingo spoke to the man, and the man and Abby entered Mr. Lingo's home.
After about a few hours, Abigail was now clean, having new scars against her silky legs, as she was laid out on the couch.
Fast asleep, her long blonde hair all over the place, as she was wearing another nightgown. The man and Mr. Lingo speaking by the front door, as he explained things to him.
Mr. Lingo shifted his orbs back towards Abigail, and would sigh, as he would thank the man, and pay him for his time. The man would nod and leave his home, as Mr. Lingo closed the door back.
His body shifting, and moving over towards Abby who was sound asleep. He said nothing as he watched her fast asleep. The feeling of dread overtaking him.
In that silent moment, as the sun was beginning to rise on a new day. Mr. Lingo thought long and hard in a chair nearby the couch.
He was sitting there for a long time, and eventually wrote a letter and went out to give it to a passing guard. Telling them vital information, and then coming back inside by Abigail's side.
It wouldn't be long before Abigail would wake up, as Mr. Lingo would eventually get up from the chair. He would make his way into his room, and wait the time for her to rise up.