CHAPTER 528: THE MAN SHE LOVED

There was something about him which made her heart squeeze. He looked like he was broken beyond words. His long hair was gone, his clothes looked dishevelled and his eyes ..

Those eyes broke her.

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He was a far cry from the Cedric beside her and the one who just burst into the church. He didn’t look anything close to the might prince, and more importantly, he wasn’t wearing a mask..

She recognised that face, it was her Cedric, but what happened that he became this way? What broke him so much?

"Who are you? What do you want?" Cedric, beside Abrielle’s side, asked. He reached out for his sword and unsheathed it.

His jaws rolled, his eyes were bloodshot. Abrielle could read into him. They were the only ones here who knew the person at the door was Cedric. No one had seen his face for 10 years before he was sent to his first war at the age of 13.

The other Cedric approached, he was calm, but his eyes had a storm in them. "You can’t fight me." He said then stopped halfway on the aisle.

"I mean no harm but I have to stop this marriage. Please don’t marry him, he would only kill you in the end. I will kill you in the end." His voice broke then his eyes met Abrielle with a soft smile.

"Please say no, you don’t have to force yourself, he would not hurt you." He pleaded. Abrielle’s heart squeezed uncomfortably.. She didn’t know what to do. Walk away from this wedding or marry the man she eventually came to know..

She stepped back, shaking her head. What was he saying?

Why didn’t Cedric want her to marry him?

Was he from the future?

It felt like he could read her mind. As soon as she blurted the word "why?" His jaw slacked and he averted his eyes.

Guilt

It was immersed in those eyes. "They were right but I was too stubborn. We were bound to fail, I was fated to kill you." he slowly said.

The room temperature plummeted several degrees, and chills rolled down everyone’s spine. Long-haired Cedric stepped forward, his grip firm on his sword." Who gives you the right to embarrass the royal family? She is going nowhere unless I say so." His words came out as venom

Shorthaired Cedric laughed. Amusement flickered in his eyes. "The royal family," he scoffed. "I destroyed them once and I can do it again. I would rather end myself than let her die."

The moment those words slipped out of his lips. They clashed, and the impact from the collision threw the benches away. The cathedral was filled with screams.

This wasn’t a wedding anymore but a battleground. While the guest fled for their lives Abrielle stood watching the battle.

She desperately wanted to understand what was going on. She felt a soft tug on her hand. Abrielle glanced at her side, Rebecca stood there holding her hand Pierre shielded them in front using his expert manipulation of holy magic

"Mother," she blurted, staring into Rebecca’s panicked amber eyes. Rebecca frowned, "It’s dangerous here. Let’s go." She urged Abrielle then pulled her hand.

Pierre led their escape from the chaos. Rebecca pulled Abrielle. Abrielle’s eyes were stuck on the battle. The wedding bummer had a strong advantage over the groom. It felt like their strengths were not even comparable.

Her eyes flickered, he was going to kill the groom. Abrielle didn’t know what came over her, but her body moved on its own. She yanked her hand from Rebecca’s hold.

"Abrielle." Her mother gasped desperately calling out for her. She didn’t glance back. She ran straight into danger. Ignoring all the warning bells

She ran between them spreading out her hand. "Please don’t kill him," Abrielle begged. Her eyes stared straight at the short-haired Cedric. He stopped attacking, his eyes were begging her to move away.

"Abrielle please." He pleaded, begging her to move away.

"Abrielle," she heard her parents call out. Their eyes were desperately pleading with her, but she refused to move.

"You are from the future, aren’t you?" she asked him. "Where were you? Why did you come back?" She pleaded. His lips parted then closed. He didn’t want to answer.

The long-haired Cedric saw this as an opportunity to attack. His opponent was wide open. His gold eyes glimmered. His grip tightened on his sword then he lunged forward.

His movements were nibble, his opponent didn’t read it on time but Abrielle did. Everything happened so fast, in the movement of light

"Abrielle!!!" A heart-wrenching cry tore through the air. Rebecca’s eyes were bloodshot. Pierre was holding her tight, Rebecca broke down in his arms struggling to run towards Abrielle.

Abrielle fell into his arms, and the short-haired Cedric caught her. Blood spilt out of her mouth as her blood dripped from the groom’s sword.

The groom was stunned by the turn of events. He never expected her to block the sword with her body.

The short-haired Cedric trembled; he held her body tight. "Why, why why?" He broke down. His shoulders trembled as he cried.

The groom just watched, not understanding what was happening. "Why can’t you let me save you for once Abrielle?" Her blood stained his black shirt, and he buried his face in her neck, crying.

He felt a weak touch on his face. Cedric turned, his eyes met with her weak blue eyes, struggling to stay open. Abrielle held his face, her fingers were covered in her blood.

"It’s fine. I can finally rest." She weakly said. She was certain of it now; he was the man who fell in love with her, fighting off the plot. The man she loved.

"Please don’t say that. I will destroy it all over again. I’m the one who deserves to die." Cedric cried. She shook her head.

"No, I already died once," Abrielle muttered. Rebecca’s cries got louder, the next cry more heartbreaking than the previous one. Her fingers traced the edge of his face.

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"I lo_" she didn’t finish her statement when her hand fell from her cheeks. Her blood was lingering on his skin. Her eyes were still wide open but it was dull and dead.

"Abrielle..." He could barely whisper.