Jessica felt no man could be loyal to one woman. Cedric could not be that loyal no matter how beautiful Abrielle was. Even her father had some secret mistresses they never spoke about.
Her jaw clenched.
*****
Back inside the dimly lit room illuminated by candles and the fireplace. It wasn't too bright inside; the physician had requested that the room be kept this way.
Abrielle sat on the bed, her eyes staring at the door as she waited for Cedric to enter. Her head was still cloudy but she wasn't delirious.
Her skin was still burning, her throat very parched and she forced herself out of bed to ask for water. Cedric came in, his gold eyes shone in the dark corners of the room, close to the door where he stood.
He could sense she was still feeling unwell. Cedric looked exhausted, he hoped they made it past the night. He walked towards the bedside where a ceramic water jug was kept
