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The older woman scolded. "But it's true! There's a rumour that the king's first woman was killed by him because she tried to betray him. Her end was not pretty, he crushed her skull, just like this." Beatrice made a wild analysis with her fingers. "She was totally unrecognizable when the others found her!" I smiled, knowing I wouldn't suffer such painful woe because of my heart disease. It'll probably kill me before Mason gets the chance to. "Beatrice that's enough," The older woman grabbed Beatrice and led her to the exit.

I never imagined he lost his only child as well. Jessica scoffed, shooting me a snide look, "You're definitely as dumb as you look," Her crew chuckled and she sauntered towards me, bumping her shoulder against the brunette, effectively pushing her to the side, "Do you not read your history books? Or are there no books where you live?" I frowned, stunned at her behavior, "Excuse me?" Her coffee-brown eyes narrowed even further and I returned the gesture, She glared down at me contemptuously as she continued, "The Queen died birthing him, hence why the King never married all these centuries, torn about losing his mate and son the same day."

The King widened his eyes in shock as he couldn't believe what the woman just said. "Are you trying to joke with me?!" he snapped out. "No your majesty, she died immediately after giving birth. I am so sorry we couldn't save her. She was so weak. Her sickness had gotten worse, but she tried her best to give birth to the child before dying. That's her dead body over there." the woman said, pointing at Cassandra's corpse. The King was so shocked that the baby almost slipped off his hand but the woman was quick to catch him.

"What about the King?" A pause. Then, the first woman's voice dropped even lower. "They say he's dying for sure. Has been for days. The healers have done everything they can, but nothing works. They say his condition is getting worse every day. He might not make it to the end of the month." "Oh, the poor prince. To lose his father and his sister at the same time..." "It's a tragedy. The whole kingdom is in mourning." The voices faded as the women moved on, their footsteps growing distant.

The wedding dress was also stained with dried blood from the chest to the hem, completely crumpled and wrinkled. Giusto stared at the face for a very long time. Then, he covered the corpse with the cloth again and took a few steps back. "That's not her," he said, his voice shaky. "This can't possibly be her. How could Carlotta have died in her own house? We were all here! How could we possibly not have known it if she was locked up in the basement?" Mamma woke up just then and nodded with him. "That's right… It has to be someone else. Carlotta must have found a substitute to die in her place! She's just doing this to escape punishment!"

I could stay in the shower forever if I weren’t so damn tired. I’m just about to crawl into my bed when there’s a knock at my door. A moment later, a paper is slipped underneath, and I pick it up, reading it quickly. It’s a royal proclamation sent to the entire kingdom. “It is with great sadness that we announce the death of Princess Blanca. She left home to find her mate and died on the journey. Our brave son, Prince Kieran, followed behind and tried to save her from herself, but was ultimately unsuccessful. At this time, we appreciate you giving us our privacy as we mourn as a family.”

I said calmly, “You are Stacy. My wife died long ago. You even handled the cremation yourself.” She stared at me in disbelief. “How can you not recognize me? I am Wendy. Stacy is the one who died!” Hearing that made my heart sink even deeper. So, she knew everything, yet she chose to pretend and watched me become a widower. I said coldly, “How could I fail to recognize my own wife? You’re not her. No matter how alike you look, you are not the same person. She is gone. Why are you using her name to commit atrocities?”

Edard stared at her with horrid eyes, that couldn’t be possible, he was the king, he couldn’t be discarded so easily, his wife was lying, that was the only logical explanation he could come up with. Seeing his expression, the queen sighed, she was too tired and emotionally drained from all of recent events but still needed to do what she had to do, she couldn’t let the man she loved die, nor could she sit still and watch him lead their kingdom towards it end. “Do you even know what have been going on lately, Edard? Do you have any idea about the dangers our kingdom is facing?”.

It hurts me a lot. I'm not a chubby masochist, let me clarify! But without realizing it, I pass by that stupid woman's room, and I confirm what Frankie said. It was a very bitter drink, I feel an unbearable lump in my throat, how can you be so cruel? Even his mistress has more servants than me, how am I going to get him to respect me if my husband does things like this... Consider yourself in mourning, Christopher has died to me. With a pain in my heart, I stopped in front of the king's office, he was waiting for me. There was Queen Loren and of course hers played the bastard.

"Your Highness, the princesses have already turned 7 years old. Would I allow Naya to be taken to my palace? The third wife made the request with fear. The king had married very young. And only when he was a prince he already had two wives, then when he turned 23, he acquired another, this was Mrs. Cadi. It was that same woman who bore him a first child, although to his misfortune, she could not give the king a son. "Sure, Mrs. Cadi. You know how our deal is. If he fulfills what I ask, he will be able to take his daughter, Princess Naya".