The evil plot

Abigail Turned the doorbell and thrusted open the door. Right before her stood a woman with Emerald eyes and pale chestnut locks, she wore an overexcited smile. Abigail, without arguments, let her in quickly. "Hello Abi, I'm guessing you know exactly why I'm here?" The girl has a sweet, shy voice. Disrespectfully, the girl hoisted herself up to Abigail's seemingly expensive desk. "Suzette, how could I not?" she forced an awkward laugh, however she was very uncomfortable with Suzette climbing her private possession.

"I know they used to laugh at you, well I bet they are wishing they hadn't now" Suzette swung her legs on the table, kicking it slightly.

"I know, just what if Cedric doesn't like me?!" Abigail panicked. Suzette jumped off her desk and went to console her "how will he be able to resist you" at her reassuring words, Abigail smiled once more. " Yes I know, but I've planned this for years" with the proof of her Book, you could say she has done it in a very detailed explanation. Suzette sympathised with her " I get it, I fantasised about marrying Rolf too". Abigail didn't take her comment too well "it's not a fantasy, it will happen" her eyes grew menacingly deep as anger grew.

"Chill, we all know your seducing tactics are good". Despite several rumours, Abigail had never engaged in such actions relating to prostitution. For the next couple of hours Suzette chatted mainly about her Husband Rolf, who she has been madly in love with since a young age. "Rolf wants to adopt, but I'm not sure if I can deal with baby smell" she informed her, an expression of disgust and detest. "They won't smell if you clean them" Abigail spoke coldly, she has a certain soft spot for young children. To her, she couldn't comprehend why someone wouldn't want to raise something so adorable and cuddly.

Once Suzette escorted herself out, Abigail could finally get some rest. But, she had an awful headache that made her feel like bashing it on a rough surface. Her conclusion is that Suzette's endless talking made her head whirl into insanity. Suzette had always been a talkative nightmare, Abigail only had a few friends that she couldn't risk to lose. Spending her time entirely building Allies for her country, not genuine friends.

The next day, Duchess Abigail got up at the crack of dawn. She opened her closet to retrieve her tight fitted red dress. Some would say it made her look floozy, but that never impacted her in the slightest. The more hate comments she received, fuelled her provocative clothing even more. Once ready, She rushed down into the meeting room. Today she was meeting with a close friend to discuss the opening ball that's set to take place in Windsor Castle, England. This Close friend of hers is sister to The overly chatty Suzette, though they are barely alike. Anne hasn't had several relationships like Suzette, she hadn't ever fallen in love and hadn't planned out a perfect fairytale. But what she did enjoy is helping others plan out their somewhat devious or extensive plans. Abigail had requested her specific help, she was pleased to be of service. Anne Came early, she only arrived minutes later than Abigail herself. Surprised at this, she offered her a seat at the long ,glass table. "We've been discussing this for a while, but how far are you Willing to go to ensure Marriage with Cedric?" Anne asked her seriously, Abigail answered confidently. "Whatever it takes, I'm going to win" Anne expected this sort of answer, but she had to ask something of her before continuing. "None of this will go back to Suzette, she wouldn't let us go this far" she compromised, Abigail agreed instantly.

Anne quickly added "Abigail, don't go to far" she warned. Abigail laughed it off, her tone sweet and confident "as if, I'm not about to murder them or anything". It wasn't quite certain what Anne was deeply concerned about, but it wasn't this. "I'm being serious", again Abigail took no notice of her plea.

"We're leaving for England tomorrow, the opening ball starts in a couple of days" she announced, beholding a now serious face.

"We?" Confused, Anne was unsure about Abigails plan. "I need your help" she replied shortly, but Anne wasn't exactly agreeing on this. "I've already gone over the plan with you" she reasoned, a little bit frustrated with Abigails idea. "Well I'm not exactly the flirtatious type" she admitted begrudgingly. Judging by her clothing, that would come as a surprise to outsiders. Anne looked her up and down, examining her.

"You'll be fine, you look like a natural" She said judgementally. Abigail wasn't too impressed "if I fail, I'll hire a hitman to murder you" ,she was clearly joking but either way she would murder her with aggravatingly harsh words. "Remind me not to get on the bad side of you" Anne smirked, jotting something down in her notebook to pass to her.

"Biggest competitor is Princess Ciara" Abigail read out, befuddled as who identifies them self with that name. "Of Austria" Anne informed her with her current knowledge, remembering that Abigail may have not recalled her dated meeting with her. "Austria, terrible trade dealers". Usually royals would identify people as one category, not individual beings. Some would say it ignorant, but there isn't enough time to take down the names of trade dealers and political leaders. This had been the way the industry had always been run, nothing has changed and it won't ever. Princess Ciara most probably won't remember her either, why she is expected to be her biggest competitor is unknown. "She has a way with guys, last one died though" Anne ended in a saddened, sympathetic tone.

Abigail however, didn't feel any sort of empathy for the Princess who lost a lover.

"Moved on quickly didn't she?" Abigail remarked quite rudely, though it didn't appear to bother her in the slightest. " Apparently Cedric likes football, use that to charm him" advised Anne, pointing to one of her scribbled notes. "How typical, I expected him to be more interesting" she spoke disappointedly, evidently she wanted a real Prince that has no interests in normal activities. For Duchess Abigail, nothing will ever meet her satisfaction. If it ever does, then that's the day she will stop with the daydreaming.

The following night, Duchess Abigail returned downstairs to retrieve a misplaced ornament.

On her way into the living room, she bumped into her brother. Duke Jose is her older sibling and rather annoying, with a strict but chilled personality. "Sis, do you have to go tomorrow?" He asked her, perhaps hoping she may change her mind. But nothing anyone could say would erase the image of perfection, marriage to a future king. Madly in love with him, having endless money and the most prettiest children. "I'm going and that's final!" She said strictly, not swayed by his words. "Anne told m-" he started, Abigail broke in mid-sentence. "She said what, are you now best friends?!" she barked angrily, scowling at her brothers interference. " She said your willing to go to extreme lengths t-". Again, Abigail gave him no time to finish the end of his sentence. "That's right, i deserve to be happy!" She exclaimed, strutting forward in his way. " You don't want Cedric, you want luxury" Jose accused her, refusing to lie about his unpopular views. "Take that back!" Spat Abigail, stepping another place forward to Jose. This time she was up very close, in that moment she raised her fists, showing them off to her shocked brother. "No I will not" Abigail looked ready to kill him, until she looked him dead in the eye and decided it wasn't worth the energy. Instead she headed back of to bed, ready for the long day ahead.