Abigail covered her face with a hood and a scarf before getting inside the little cottage she could get. She closed the door behind she looked at the little place. It looked cosy and glowed yellow because of the fire, yet it reminded her of the abuse on her face.
Sighing, she kept the banana bread on the kitchen counter. She has never learned to cook; she is just surviving bread with what little money she has left after purchasing this cottage. She will have to find work, but since her first meeting with the prince was public. She has become a kind of famous and can’t just roam about.
What she does not understand is why the archbishop has sent someone to search for her. There are no forces deployed to capture her. There is no way he thinks she is dead. Why would he leave her alone?
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