The slave smoked to death

"Come in!" The familiar cold voice ordered.

Then, Amelia cheerily strides into the room with the intent to spill the reports of Eleanor being a thief to the king.

However, her pleasant countenance abruptly switched to a frown when she saw how tense the room was, and she shrink slightly.

"My king!" Amelia bowed at the king who sat on his bed, the king who fumed in the mouth and he was fisting his hand.

King Spencer ignores Amelia, he was very furious and irate at Eleanor for having the gut to steal his late wife's bracelet which he had gifted her —It was the symbol of their love before she died!

How dare she! What gave her the audacity!!!

"Zachary!" He growls, and Zachary who was still in the pool of surprise took a quick step forward.

"Yes, my king!" He bowed.

King Spencer cast his eyes to the window, his body was boiling and he unknowingly stood to his feet as the bed coverlet slip away from his body.

Hence, he ambles powerfully to the window and gazes outside with a vicious