บททั้งหมดของ Unloving His Majesty: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 27

Queen Zania was initially taken aback by Sir Luke’s reaction before it dawned on her what he was pleading for. “You are to stay away from my friend. I forbid any contact with her,” she commanded with a straight face while his heart sank. He had hoped that his queen would accept him, but clearly not. “I am afraid I cannot, My Queen,” Sir Luke responded with a melancholic tone, careful not to be seen to be challenging his queen. “You will disobey me?” Queen Zania asked sharply while he frantically shook his head. “It is not my will, My Queen. I have found my soulmate. My heart will not allow me to just forget about her. I will also not deceive Her Highness by going behind her back.”“I will execute you if you ever come near Celia. You choose your fate,” Queen Zania threatened and avoided her husband’s disapproving stare. “Forgive me, my queen. I would rather die than live without her,” Sir Luke declared, meaning every word. “Then you are a fool.”“I am a mere mortal in-love, My Q

Queen Zania was on her fourth month of pregnancy when she and king Maxwell decided to travel to Lore island. Their friends and elders were not so happy about the decision. Everyone knew that the current king and queen of Lore were once abducted and tortured in their castle. That was an act committed by king Maxwel’s late uncle and his daughter. The incident led to their island being sanctioned by the world. Their minerals were no longer being traded, but stolen behind their backs and sold in black markets. The sanctions led to many job losses and the beginning of civil war which eventually claimed the kings of the two tribes. “I have done my research. King Vincent and Queen Naica of Lore are decent people. They have agreed to meet us. We have to right the wrongs we committed and make peace with everyone we wronged. We will head to Noan afterwards,” Queen Zania told their friends and elders, who turned to their king. They all agreed that their wrongs should be corrected, but it was t

The castle maids and male servants watched in horror as blood dripped down their queen’s legs. Queen Zania had palled out with blood oozing from her nostrils and skin pores. She was wincing and groaning from the most excruciating pain she had ever experienced. It was now clear to everyone that the so-called herbs Gail gave her were toxic to the queen and the baby she was carrying.“It was Gail, the witch, sister to the executed Mrs Lokey, Your Highnesses,” Sir Mike reported, sinking everyone’s hearts. Gail had obviously came to avenge her relatives.“Celia and Luke. Someone must warn them,” the Queen murmured weakly. Sir Luke was the king reagent when the Lokeys were executed. She had successfully gotten to her but she now worried for their friends. “On it, Your Highness,” one messenger responded before quickly hurrying out. “I have no idea what this poison is, Your Highness. It seems to have spread into your blood system,” the royal physician reported with a tremulous voice. “I wi