Novel & Cerita Why Was The Mad King Mad

” I swallow. “I was- it was snowing that day.” I still remember the day. “If he can do that, he can do it again,” I repeat, seeing the logic. “I will be sent home and never come back.” “The king,” Maddie opens her mouth, but for once, she seems lost for words. Her face contorts as if she struggles with something. "King Alexander...had his reasons..." Maddie's words come out slowly before the room grows quiet. I take her silence as only confirming my suspicion. See? Even Maddie can’t refute it. But that only makes me sink where I stand.

* After what seemed like forever, a king announced that we should go on a break. I stood up slowly along with everyone else. I turned to King Lee who was staring at his wrist watch. "I'm giving them just 30 f***king minutes more" He muttered bringing down his hand. "Why aren't you talking to them, your highness?" I asked pouting. I'm sure I was cute enough not to be ignored. He stared at me sternly and I bit my lower lip getting scared. What if he punishes me for not minding my business?? "When my father died, I was seventeen years old...this same kings refused for me to be made king because I am a psychopath" He replied casually.

“The king is alive and well. You’re making a mockery of this council—” Boyd laughed coldly, then turned to the others. “Tell me,” he said, “when in our history has a madman been allowed to wear the crown? When has the throne ever tolerated insanity? The king is insane. Consumed by the very darkness the prophecy warned us of. He has no heir. No clarity. And no right to lead.” A stunned silence followed. Gasps. Disbelief. Zane slammed his fist on the table. “You speak blasphemy. And blasphemy has a price.”

I took a deep breath before I spoke. “Paris… it’s not what you think,” I said quietly. My voice was calm. “I’m evil, yes. I’m not a good king. But I don’t just wake up one morning and decide to be cruel. That’s what everyone doesn’t understand.” She looked at me, her brows drawn together. I continued, my eyes fixed on her. “It’s fine if they fear me. I won’t explain myself to anyone. I don’t need to. I’m the mad king, remember?”

Xander continued. “No he didn’t,” Dorin interrupted once again. “He killed all the men and kept all the women, he wanted to have silver children from them, so he locked them all away and –“ “What blasphemy are you talking about?!” Venet suddenly exploded from the end of the table. “It is true that the Mad king was, well, mad, but a royal from House Alcione would never do such a thing!” [And what makes you so sure?] Sebastian’s slate almost smashed into Venet’s face. [Don’t just believe your history books which were heavily edited by the Alcione family to hide the skeletons in their closet]

“I need this marriage to shut the Council’s mouth. That’s all.” “Why? Is it because they thought you’re mad?” A low growl escaped from his lips. “I’m not mad.” “That’s what they were saying, Your Highness. That you are mad. Not only are you called the BEAST KING, but also the NUT KING.” He clenched his fist. His nostrils flared. “Nut King? Who said those words, and I will kill him right away?” It was natural that he would get mad. They were practically saying that the Lycan King was mad. More and more rumors around him were spreading like wildfire. And if you listened to the rumors among the slaves, you would hear even more.