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Alastair sat in Queen Indira's residence as the court maids brought him tea. He was deep in thought."Why are you looking down?" She walked in with her court maids. "The embarrassment your daughter has caused you is enough to last you a lifetime."He bowed as she took her seat."I called you here to offer you a deal," she signaled to her court lady and she escorted the maids out."A deal?" He asked.Queen Indira knew how to tread around people like him. He was cunning and calculative at the same time. He always looked calm and collected on the outside whereas a lot of sinister thoughts ran around in his head. "I shall marry your daughter to my son and in return, when the king abdicates the throne, make sure it goes to my son."He looked closely at her. They both knew what they were planning to do. Augustus was sharing a bed with a snake who had personal ambitions. Indira wanted to be become the king's mother. "Think about it," she tried to persuade him. "If your daughter marries Mal
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"Keep an eye on her," the Royal Physician told Lydia. "I shall come back tomorrow.""Alright," she bowed. "Thank you." "Rest well, your Highness," the Physician bowed to Isabelle and left. Isabelle was not asleep but she kept her eyes closed. She held the letter that was sent to her in her palms and squeezed it to the extent that the brown paper was tearing apart. Angbotain is in ruins. Angbotain is dead. Her kingdom was burnt to ashes. Adrian ruined them. He killed her. "Help me up," she said to Lydia. Lydia slipped her arms under Isabelle's shoulders and helped her up. "Where to?" She asked."The bathhouse," she replied. She helped her walk to the bathhouse. Isabelle looked like a living corpse as Lydia barely supported her weight. She asked all the court maids to leave, even Lydia. She stripped naked and stepped into the tub. It was warm. She sat down and closed her eyes because it felt like the water was aligning her bones. She was dead. Her enti
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Duncan served breakfast to Adrian and Isabelle who both sit at opposite ends of the table. Isabelle's hair has been cut into rhythm. She parted it in the middle and her coronet stood gently on her head."Where is Lydia?""She is ill," a court maid answered."Ill?" She asked. "Where is she?""In her quarters.""Is the physician there already?" She asked the maid and she nodded. "Duncan," she called and he looked at her. "Please make some porridge for her."Spencer arrived at the table and sat down. They all ate silently with Adrian occasionally stealing glances at his wife. Isabelle stood up and went to Lydia's quarters."What will you do?" Spencer asked Adrian. "About what?""Your wife, will you let her slip away?" He sighed. "Just tell her the truth.""No," he said and continued eating. "She has to hate me for a while. That way, her grudges shall be let go."Isabelle soaked a towel in cold water, wringed it out and placed it on Lydia's head. Her temperature would boil water. She wip
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"Prince Frederick," Alastair chuckled softly. "It seemed like Prince Malcolm forgot about his royal training. I was educating him on treason," he bowed in respect to Frederick."Is that true?" Frederick faced Malcolm."Yes it is," he replied nonchalantly."Then," Frederick smiled and crossed his hands behind his back. "I shall leave you to it."He walked off with his guards behind him. Alastair sighed in relief."Whatever you need to know, your mother will inform you," he left Malcolm staring at his back."That sly fox," Malcolm hissed as he walked back to his residence.The guards lit all the lanterns and torches around the palace, brightening up the environment. Isabelle wrapped her fleece around her body and dried her hair. After her altercation with Adrian in the bathhouse, he left her and she took her bath. He could never change, she thought as she dried her hair. She picked the lightest material she could find amongst her clothes and walked out of her room. She went to the kitc
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"That won't be possible," Augustus said to the assembly with Adrian on his knees. "You smell like wine! Tell me why she wouldn't want to leave you."The ministers murmured among themselves about Adrian's rough looking state. The entire assembly smelled like alcohol. His facial hair was showing fully and his eye bags were large."Son,what happened to you?" Augustus asked.Malcolm stood up and walked to him."Little brother, did your wife say she wants a new husband? I can fill that void, I don't have a wife yet.""Malcolm," Frederick called with a warning tone. "Take your seat.""Make a child fast," Augustus said to Adrian. "If she is pregnant, she won't want to leave you. If this is about Angbotain, she shall get over it."Adrian bowed and left the assembly. Spencer was waiting by the door. They walked together in the palace and met Juno on the way. "Prince Adrian,"she bowed. "You look horrible, are you unwell?"You could sense the sarcasm in her voice. Adrian ignored her and continu
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War doesn't wipe everything out. It ruins the kingdom by seventy percent. The villagers are supposed to join a new kingdom as refugees. That was it for the people of Angbotain. Angbotain was still there, but without a leader. The air was cold when Adrian walked into Queen Indira's residence. He was looking a bit neat and the alcohol stench was less. His purple robe was adorned with gold lines and his sword was beside him."Prince Adrian is here," the court lady announced."Let him in," Indira's voice came from within. The doors were opened and he entered. Indira was in her full regalia. Her upright hairdo held her crown perfectly and her gown was drooping round. He bowed slightly in greeting. "Take a seat," she offered. He sat down and placed his sword by the table. They stared at each other from opposite ends of the table."Why is your wife not pregnant yet?" "Why are you curious about that?" He fired back."It is my responsibility to be curious!" She banged her pal
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"You will soon be okay," the physician said to Adrian as Isabelle peeped from the door. Spencer was in, leaning against the wall."What about Prince Frederick?" He asked with a hoarse voice. His illness had gotten bad. After he chased Isabelle out, his temperature rose. He felt hot inside and cold outside."I can't seem to identify the nature of cause of his illness. I wanted to check for previous cases," he explained."Alright," he nodded. The physician bowed together with his nurse and they left the room. Adrian laid down and covered himself up."Should I leave? I want to check on the Crown Prince," Spencer informed him. "Good, please check on him. I would go with you but I don't think I can move well." "Get some rest," he patted his back and made to leave. Adrian's eyes met with Isabelle's and he frowned."Lock the door on your way out Spencer," he said and closed his eyes. She scoffed and left. Spencer shook his head at the couple and did as Adrian ordered.
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It had been two weeks after Frederick's loss. Victoria was chained down in her residence due to her mental instability. Frederick seemed a little better. When Victoria's sanity came around, Isabelle would go there to talk to her. Adrian was stuck at a point of nowhere with his investigation. After he choked Spencer the other day, he saw the result. The next morning, Spencer had a dark line around his neck. That confirmed Adrian's suspicion. Checking of dead bodies was forbidden in the Royal Family even though it was rare for Royalty to die an ordinary death. They were either after someone's life or someone was after theirs. Someone had murdered the children and made it look natural. The question was, who was it and why? The only person he could think of was Queen Indira. She had a lot of reasons to do that but there was nothing to pin her down."We'll leave now," Adrian informed the eunuch. "Tell that to my brother," he held Isabelle's hand and they walked to his residence t
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