"Miss Eve, what are you going to do?" asked Chamnielle. "We are strictly told to look after you.""I would visit my King, Chamnielle. Can't a Queen do that?" I asked with courage. "I am still in this position. I have the rights to do as I please."The court ladies walked faster to blocked my way. Even Chamnielle, who was the one speaking in behalf of them. Elizabeth, Ylena, and the others have probably got tired convincing me since I wasn't listening. And now, for the first time I wasn't only trying— I would attempt.Because that was my purpose as his Queen, right?
"You do not have the right to use the Queen's power for your own convenience—""But I am the Queen. This position was rightfully and legally given to me by the King himself. He signed the documents, and I had been acting according to that title eversince." I spoke in a calm manner. "I have all the rights to speak, and thus, protect myself. My race aside, I had been made the Queen. Am I not?""It was only the King who decided that!""Then are you saying you're against your own King?" I narrowed my eyes, before I used both my hands to lift my gown. I stood up, then turned to my court ladies. "Isn't there a law that states about a Lycan going or rebelling against the King?"
"You shouldn't have done that, Genevieve," Declan angrily said. "You are not supposed to do anything!"My heart contorted. "And why not?"I was the Queen. At the moment. Ever since he gave me the Queen's power. Starting from the day he insisted that I should be his new accomplice in this land, I was rightfully the Queen. Though it was really wrong.He was my King, and I protected him at a time where I thought I should. Because if I couldn't use my power to defend him, then what worth did I still have? "You just tainted your whole reputation. After you stood up against my Lycans, you proved them right. That you are indeed using your power, utilizing it to its extent!"
"Devra has to go back." The elders say with a cautious tone. "We have no choice. We have to remain intact.""I can hold them intact." Declan stood up. "We don't need Devra. I don't need Devra.""But Devra is their Queen, Your Majesty. In our fellow Lycans' mind, she is the original and legal Queen. To stop this chaos, you can only either bring back Devra, or remove Miss Genevieve and choose another from an elite bloodline."I swallowed hard. The air in the room was suffocating. Each of us were holding our breath to the conversation of the Alpha, and the elders. This was a very crucial moment, after all.
"I'm asking you..." Declan's tone was in the edge. But although I have seen different sides of him, this one was utterfly foreign to me. I saw him mad. Frustrated. Serious. A little happy. But now he looked... wistful and hurt. And it was strange because I feel the same."Do it..." My heart was beating loud. "If it was what your Lycans wants, do it.""Do you want me to do it?" He asked, his voice more raspy and intense that if I didn't know him, I would think he was shaking on the inside. "Do not ask me—""Do you?"
I cannot feel this way over him. I cannot sympathize with him. I cannot feel concerned over him. I cannot... feel this way over him. Because we were only suppose to have connections in bed. I wa only supposed to carry his child, then....then afterwards... leave.I sat down on the edge of the bed with a heavy heart. I couldn't breathe properly— as if there was something in my throat hindering the air from flowing. I was at discomfort, and I knew it was because of this realization I had after talking to Elizabeth.'You also noticed that, didn't you?' I asked Lexi.
"You're leaving tomorrow morning.." I said, indirectly refusing his invitation. "You need to rest.""I can leave on the afternoon if I want, Genevieve." He responded. "Do you not want to come with me?"I bit my bottom lip, as I started to look away from his gaze. Moon Goddess, it was... mesmerizing. I felt like it was taking me in with its depths that I wouldn't be able to breathe properly. I deeply inhaled. "I was only thinking about your health.""Well, I'm thinking about spending the rest of the night with you," he casually said.I breathed hard. He was blunt, and he probably wasn't joking. But that was the problem.
"You don't mean..." My lips parted, as my heart slowly started to beat wildly. "You'll bring me with you?""Why not?" He reached for my hand. "You're my concubine.""Then... who is going to stay in the Palace?" I asked, like it was the only thing I could ask him to stop myself from saying yes right away.I wanted to. Of coure. Even if I wanted to deny it, the way my heart was beating now would be more than enough proof to prove that I whole heartedly also desire to be with him."The servants. My men. My family." He answered, before he lifted my hand to plant a soft kiss on it. "Anyone could stay there. But you, Genevieve. I want you to be with me on this trip."