His Sweet Little Mate novel (Abby and Micah) novel Chapter 173

After making sure Arthur wouldn’t act brave for no reason and would definitely let Abby help if need be arised, Abby finally agreed to stay behind.

“Deion, right?” Arthur turned to Abby’s personal guard who had been silent and standing to the side until now. “Don’t let Arlo out of your sight, no matter what.”

Even without Arthur’s insistence, Deion had planned to do the same, but he kept his thoughts to himself as always and agreed to follow the former king’s order.

After that, Arthur finally turned to his mate, as he kissed her forehead and then hugged her close to his heart, as if making sure he said goodbyes to the important people in his life, before he finally reached for baby Arlo.

Only after kissing the baby’s cheeks did he finally start for the door, albeit reluctant to part with his grandson and mate. “Take care, all of you!”

Abby just nodded at him, silently promising to protect Neesha as well, and then saw him rush away.

Soon the palace grounds reverberated with hails and trills of the people and warriors, signaling the commencement of the royal procession.

Abby felt like time moved too slowly, especially when her emotions kept assaulting her thoughts, as she thought of all kinds of what if’s until she felt like her head would explode.

Waiting for something to happen while hoping for the opposite at the same time was really exhausting.

“Deion, ask someone what’s happening.” Abby said, unable to endure this tension anymore.

“Sir Arthur just left the palace in the open carriage,” her personal guard said, reporting every little development to Abby, who couldn’t sit still from all the anxiety and nerves. “Everything seems calm for now.”

Arthur would be back to the palace soon, because they would only parade along the few streets surrounding the palace, as part of their plan. And Deion kept reporting how people were torn between celebrating and gossiping, when they couldn’t understand why it was Arthur in the carriage instead of Abby.

Everything they planned up until now had gone smoothly, but the longer nothing happened, the more dreadful Abby felt. She had this weird feeling nagging at the back of her mind, that something very big was going to happen.

She didn’t know if it would be a good thing or bad thing to them and their people, but something really big was going to happen.

Abby paced along the bed, where she laid Arlo after he fell asleep, while Neesha sat on the other yet far side of the bed, staying away from the mother and son duo, as she didn’t want to agitate an already highly strung Abby. This made Abby feel grateful.

However, this little bit of peace didn’t last long when the tolling of bells reached her ears about half an hour into the royal parade. It was happening, the attack was happening.

Abby didn’t know if she should be happy her plan succeeded or sad, thinking what would this mean to the people.