The Atrocious Duke'S Wife
{Season 2} Confinement

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The atmosphere was very cold, just like the middle of winter. It just entered the summer.

All the servants could only remain silent and try not to care, but it was clear that their faces were like they were staring at death which was right in front.

Naturally all the servants looked frightened, actually I was also very scared.

But compassion now dominates me more. So I quickly approached my father.

...~ The Atrocious Duke's Wife...

...Chapters ...

...(8) ...

The night wind that burst in became the best seasoning for the events that are being played now.

The moonlight that had soberly slipped in spread its charm and illuminated the two figures that had been bathed in blood.

Like a poor predator and prey, they are terrible to look at.

"What are you doing...?" The sound of a voice trying to uncover all the terrible mysteries.

The figure of the man then stood with the help of his wand that had been covered in blood.

His face, his hands, his feet, thick stains had stained the man. With a cold and heartless look on his face, the figure replied to the words that had been aired.

His facial water showed not a shred of guilt and sin when he cruelly hurt a fused body and soul.

"Just give a lesson to the servant who can not obey the orders of his own master," he said inviting the tears of surprise coated with a sense of courage that is forced.

"What do you mean ...?" Again, a girl asked in an attempt to calm down. Though the nervousness insists on mastering.

"He is neglecting his duty. I told him to keep you from getting out of the house. But you still disappeared. Again."

The girl clenched her teeth, trying to hold back the emotions that befell her. He was completely speechless about his father who was very calm at the moment.

"Where have you been? Are you still practicing the sword again with a son from the Duke Floniouse family?"

As if a bullet had penetrated her heart quickly, the brown-blossomed girl lowered her eyes.

His lips trembled faintly, with an increasingly restrained voice to come out. "Yes, if it's true then why, Dad?"

"LACK OF TEACHING!!"

Brukh!

The trunk of the dearest wooden stick back hurts the skin of the smooth leg that is vaguely scarred.

The sound of a body falling to the ground so violently, that even all the staring humans could do nothing.

Can only lift a mourning lament. And can only make prayers in the day hoping the atmosphere does not get worse.

"Don't you tell me not to practice swords anymore?! Why do you always argue like a mindless beast?!"

The girl grimaced as the stick patted her shin, but she managed to hold on in a way just silently and lowered her head.

It was free for him to open his voice, but his father would not listen and continued to blame him and hurt him again.

"From now on, if you continue to roam freely without my knowledge, then don't expect me to be silent. Youunderstand?"

"Since this moment, Dad forbid you to go outside if nothing matters!"

The heartbreaking incident continued, so the man finally stopped and gave a rude snort.

"Clean all this mess. If there are any, then be prepared to accept the same as them!"

When the man left, the girl ran away without caring about the pain to the poor maid.

"Reina...! Are you all right?!" ask her with a face that is very worried and anxious.

The waiter opened his eyelids for quite a while. The screams created on his forehead as his blood continued to flow out, there was no doubt that the pain was unbearable.

"Miss... What happened...?" The waiter asked weakly. It was like there was no strength left in his body that would be destroyed by injuries. 

"You need to be treated first," the girl added. Then he shouted at the other waiter loudly. "Help me lift her up to her room!" her word.

The male servant in the room obeyed their lady's orders without objection. Carefully, the two men lifted the poor maid to where she was supposed to be for treatment.

"As my father said, clean up all this mess." The girl said, inviting the look of pity from her servants.

"But Miss.. Aren't you hurt? Should we call a healer?"

The dark brown-eyed girl looked silent. But shortly after, an order fell back from his lips that began to turn pale.

"Yes. Call the healer to treat Reina. You don't have to worry, I'm fine" he said, then walked away from the crowd.

When she wanted to climb the stairs to her room located on the top floor, the girl had fallen due to her weak legs.

A ringing he did not care, the girl stood back up limping and limping.

Insist on going to her room to enjoy some alone time. So that no one will know what he is hiding in secret.

Because he really dislikes it when people look at him with pity and pity.

Like a poor slave who continues to be tormented when fate is very happy to play tricks on him and torture him.

...~•~...

"Miss, are you awake?"

There was a faint sound in my ears, and I quickly opened my eyelids.

"Yes, I'm awake!" I said a little loudly to be heard from the waiter who called me from outside the room.

Drowning, I lowered my feet from the high bed, then slowly walked to the door.

"Miss.., I brought you breakfast" said the waiter. This time it wasn't Reina who delivered me breakfast as usual, as she was quite badly injured due to the father's treatment.

I don't know what you've done to Reina, I get upset when I think about it.

"All right, thank you," I took over the tray he was carrying.

"Do you want me to prepare a bath for you?" haggard it and I nodded.

"Yes, please."

"Then enjoy your breakfast, Miss. "

The waiter passed by to my bathroom. I put my breakfast on my desk and started eating it gradually.

After that, I immediately cleaned my body and as usual put on the dress that had been prepared for me.

Suddenly, I just sat on top of my bed. Father has forbidden me from leaving the house, then what should I do in this empty and sickly house?

Oh yeah, what about her? He must be confused because I just suddenly didn't come.

Or maybe he doesn't care at all? Never mind. I'd rather read a book than no work.

I approached a bookcase located close to my window and picked up a book that caught my attention.

Whoa, what is this? Some deadly poison plant?

It looks interesting, just try reading.

Irisku ran to and fro following the letter by letter listed as well as the pictures of plants displayed.

I never thought it turned out that many poisonous plants are very beautiful plants.

I stood up and looked outside at what was causing the sound.

Suddenly I was shocked when I found a man who climbed up and intended to enter through my window.

Unpatiently, he knocked on my window glass many times making me grunt violently and opened the window letting him in.

"You're like a thief, you know what?" my teasing folded my hands together.

"You're so mean. I'm so handsome you say like a thief? If we were in a public place right now, maybe you would be killed by the noble ladies" he licked with a jarring laugh.

"Yes, yeah. It's up to you, Mr. Narcissis," I'd like to rot my eyeballs. "So? What are you here for, Frost?"

This guy just smiled sweetly, for some reason it seems like he's very happy to be with me. "Maybe you missed me, so I came here."

The breath is drawn from the lungs through my throat. I was really caught off guard by his attractiveness that was as high as space.

"What are you reading?" he took the book I was reading. "A book about poison plants?"

"Yes. I just didn't know what to do, so I read it to spend my time" I explained.

"Because your father won't let you out of the house? So, how was your training with Arlen?"

He asked with a raised eyebrow next door and then put my book on my study table again.

"Eitherway. I don't even know when you're gonna keep me locked up like this."

Yep. How long will you keep me locked up like this? I feel like a prisoner now.

"so. It must be annoying," chirped Frost made me laugh blandly.

"Of course."

A few moments later, we were silent. I don't know why suddenly there was no more topic we could talk about.

I finally decided to end this silence.

"Oh yeah, I'll get you some tea. Wait a minute," I said, intending to get out of here to the kitchen.

But before that, my feet accidentally pounded the couch until I just fell down because of the pain that spread in the bones of my foot.

A ringisan I can't stand, even though I tried my best not to take it out.

"The cassie?! You're okay?" frost then helped me get up.

Even if I hate lying, I will do it for good. "Yes, I'm fine. Just a little dazed," I lied.

Frost furrowed his brows looking annoyed. "Slightly absent-minded? Then what about this bruised leg of yours?"

She raised my dress skirt until my legs were clearly visible, a lot of scuff marks and bruises there. Of course, because you didn't play games when you hit me.

Even I could still feel how painful my chest was when I saw my father's face that had no pity when it hurt me.

I quickly pulled my feet that were in her grasp and then lowered my skirt.

"I-this is nothing. It's just a wound from sword training alone," I interrupted to quickly take my eyes off.

This man again displayed an unpleasant expression.

"It's impossible just because exercise can get this severe. Did Arlen hurt you?"

"Of course not!" my sergeant was on a high note and Frost was silent. After that, I took a slow breath too. "Here you go, it's nothing, you don't have to worry about me."

Frost just silently looked at me with a look I didn't know. But for some reason, he's a little creepy with that look.

"Surely your father hit you again, didn't he? Your father must have hit you because you went to sword practice, right?" the tanyanya is resilient and full of emphasis.

I'm getting confused about it. But there are other things that make me more confused as well as surprised.

"Frost," call me.

"What?"

I looked into his eyes intensely, then let out a question that had been so far away and hid in my mind.

"How do you know that my father is now locking me up?"

...~•~...

"Where is he?"

The breath is accompanied by a small murmur coming out of the lips that is like a sweet and tempting peach.

Under a shady tree and protected from the skin-piercing sun, sat a man with an unfathomable mind.

His irises were fixed straight ahead, staring at the shady and vast expanse of green grass. The warm air accompanied by the cool breeze makes the atmosphere very calm.

It was as if the entire load could be taken over and carried by the wind that continued to caress the skin.

Long time the man waited and did not know what he was thinking, the originally blue sky was now a reddish orange.

I don't know how many thousands of seconds had passed as he sat quietly under the tall and large tree.

Because he felt sad, the man stood up and walked towards his house.

Quite a lot he created footprints on the ground because of the location of their training ground a little far from his very large and spacious house.

Shortly after, a feminine voice entered his ear.

"Sister!"

The man rotated his head and looked at the younger brother who had just called out to him.

While running small, Daisy approached her brother and a question was thrown from her brother.

"What?"

The girl who had the blonde strands furrowed her brows. "I should have asked. Didn't you always do sword training with Cassie? Then why is it that you're alone today?" ask Daisy at length.

Arlen looked for a moment at his sister's bead. After that, a sentence was thrown from his lips.

"Come on," he said briefly then stepped foot leaving his sister.

"Come brother! Tell me! I also want to meet with Cassie's sister!" whining Daisy.

Arlen seemed to be breathing in a rough breath. "I told you, I don't know."

"Wouldn't the hunting match start in a week? Then why don't you meet and go back to training?"

The girl again asked curiously, but Arlen did not want to respond until the man walked away from his sister who was still busy chattering.

Daisy gets more confused and upset. Because her brother is very mysterious and does not want to share any story with her.

As for Arlen, the man walked towards his room then sat down on the long sofa that was inside.

Along with the right hand that he folded and then made a pillow for his head, the man looked at the ceiling of his room which contained many beautiful patterns neatly carved and spoiled the eyes.

For a long time he was pensive and silent, even a servant who was busy calling him from outside his room he was not angry.

As he covered his eyes with his left hand, preoccupied with his own thoughts, the man involuntarily closed his eyes and began to act on his sleeping flowers.

The next day, the man sat in the same place as yesterday.

Hopefully the figure he is waiting for will appear before him and display a sweet smile as well as happy to be addressed to him.

...16.01.2021...