Return

It had been days since Adeline last saw Jacques, yet he was still wearing the same clothing as before. The blood of his parents or perhaps his brother was crusted onto his crown and was flaking off of his skin.

Not wanting to aggravate a clearly deranged Jacques, Adeline chose to divert his attention to try to bide some time to think, "Jacques, you haven't changed your clothes?"

Jacques glared at her, "I spent days looking for you and you're concerned about my appearance!? How am I supposed to look when the one who is supposed to be my betrothed runs away without an EXPLANATION!!!"

Adeline was on edge, Jacques truly lost his mind. She tried to shift the blame, "Well... if the guards weren't chasing me, I wouldn't have fled."

Jacques growled, "So you're trying to say it's my fault you left? Is a tramp like you trying to insinuate the King of this entire kingdom made a bad judgement call!?"