Agatha (31)
It was now witching hours of the night. The moon hanging up high in the sky began to hide through the canopy of the mini-forest in this part of the city. Just a couple more hours and the sun would rise to dawn a new day.
Together with Jiang Li, Margarette was trekking a ragged path, once again hiding her appearance through a thick brown cloak.
In front of them was a woman flunked by two other hooded individuals. They were acting as guides so they would not be lost in the woods.
Margarette's expression was not that good actually as the royal consort kept giving Jiang Li a glance. The frown was present and could not be erased, not even if the stolen glances that making her annoyed were full of nothing but fear and apprehension.
On the fifth time Agatha stole a glance at Jiang Li, Margarette could no longer stand it. "Stop looking back, old hag." Her voice that was laced with frost revealed her hostility.