anwhile, Francis was sitting on the throne with his head tilted backwards, impatiently waiting for Mala to be back. He hated that they were in the place, yet they were so far from each other.
He started to pace around the palace, waiting for her to walk through the door but she didn’t. He just wanted to hold her and have her by his side.
"Why would she be away from for this long? Hasn’t she mourned her mother enough? Is she okay? Or does she think it’s fair that I’m left here all by myself?" he mouthed as he paced around the room.
As Francis turned away from the door, the creaking sound accompanied with footsteps were heard and his lips curled with a smile. "Mala?" He called then he turned slowly with his eyes closed, only for an unfamiliar scent to run through his nose.
"Your highness, it’s.... it’s ," King Lucas stuttered with his head lowered.
"I can tell. The stench from your body says it all," Francis coldly answered and the smile on his face dropped. "I thought I said I didn’t want to see your face until Mala is here?"
King Lucas slowly raised his head but didn’t dare to look directly at Francis. His eyes were swollen and his skin looked quite pale. Even his voice sounded weak. "I have co to beg for your favor, your highness," king Lucas said, then he imdiately bowed when he moved close enough to the throne.
"If you think you can try to talk into not getting married to Mala then you’re wrong! She belongs to !" Francis stated.
King Lucas shook his head. "At first, when you ca, I feared that she might not be in good condition.... being with....with you..."
"Because I’m a monster?!"
"No ... .no, your highness. I feared that you might be punishing her for what happened a while ago when you took her away. But seeing how comfortable she is around you, I am willing to hand her over to you. She isn’t even that comfortable around ," King Lucas answered.
"Why would she be?" Francis asked with a scoff and a hint of pride.
"I am more than grateful that she has ended up with you," King Lucas revealed and a warm smile finally parted his numb face.
"I thought you hated her, then why do you suddenly care? If you have anything stupid going on in your old head it’s better that you stop thinking about it!" Francis sneered.
"I wouldn’t want to hurt my daughter. Not when I’m in my right senses. That is why I have co to ask for your help, your highness," king Lucas begged.
"What do you want? You can no longer handle the guilt and you want to kill you?" Francis asked with a smirk and a ball of flas appeared on his hands. "As my father in-law, I would do just that and give you the grace to be killed by ."
King Lucas flinched. "Nn ... .no, your highness, I do not want to die. In fact, I’d like to live for as long as I can to make up for what I did," King Lucas answered shakily.
"If you do not want to die then what do you want to do for you?" Francis asked with his brows creased.
"I want Queen Venessa dethroned and banished," King Lucas replied and Francis let out a scoff.
"What happened? Did you have a fight? And even if you had a fight, you think dethroning and banishing is the best thing to do?" Francis asked and King Lucas had tears streaming down his face.
"My reason for making this decision is more than just a fight. Everything that has gone wrong in my life today is because of Venessa. She’s the reason behind Raya’s death, she’s the reason my own daughter now hates ! All of this wouldn’t have happened if she didn’t cast a spell on .
It wouldn’t have happened if she didn’t co into the palace in the first place. If not because of her, I would still have my family now. Raya would still be alive. Please, your highness.. I need you to do this for because she renews whatever spell it is that she has casted on ," King Lucas cried.
"The reason behind everything happening to you is because of your greed. It all wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t take another wife in the first place! My father warned you, didn’t he! I rember clearly that he told you not to marry her!" Francis sneered.
"And now because of your stupidity, Mala had to go through all of this!" Francis growled and king Lucas was suspended in the air.
"Your ....your highness ...please...have rcy on ," He begged.
Francis dropped him on the ground and smacked his teeth. "You’re lucky I do not want Mala to be an orphan."
King Lucas spent a while catching his breath. "I beg you...help to get rid of her for Mala’s sake."
"You brought this upon yourself, so handle it. It now has nothing to do with Mala," Francis coldly answered.
"Your highness, I beg you."
"There are rules, Lucas. A village cannot remain without a queen."
"But your highness..." king Lucas cried.
"Rules are rules, Lucas!" Francis growled. "But there can be exceptions. For Mala’s sake," Francis answered.
"I’ll do anything, your highness...I’ll do anything that you want to do."
"Make Mala forgive you. Make up for all the years that you have ruined before Mala and I return to Crescent tomorrow," Francis said.
"But your highness, Mala does not even want to see ," King Francis cried. "I do not think that I can do it ...it has been years since Mala and I last spoke. I have seen the way she looks at ....she detests ."
"Then watch Venessa ruin you," Francis answered.
"Your ..."
"I don’t want to hear it," Francis ordered.
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~Mala’s POV
I was finally out of the palace burial ground. My heart raced and my whole body trembled but I tried everything that I could to hide my tears and fear.
I was on my way towards my father’s throne room when I found Queen Venessa walking in. She spotted from a distance and halted.
She stretched her hands towards with a smile. "If you think you can wait for a miracle to happen or for soone or sothing to give you an answer, then I am sorry to disappoint you Mala, but you’ll die waiting," she said.
"Stay away from . I have had enough of you in one day," I spat and she didn’t stop smiling.
"You do not have much ti left Mala. The clock is ticking...death is waiting," she chuckled softly then walked ahead.
She was doing quite a good job in getting into my head. Her words fueld the flas of curiosity that burned inside of .
I knew at that point that I needed to figure it out. I needed to know what Francis was hiding from and why he hid it.
I walked into the throne room and just like I thought Francis would, he imdiately closed his eyes when I tried to look into his eyes.
I tightened my fist and forced a smile through my lips, not wanting anyone to notice how I felt....not even Francis himself.
"Mala, you’re here," Francis said, and he imdiately rushed towards . He hugged and i looked at Queen Venessa who had a smirk on my face.
"Are you okay? May we begin the eting?" Francis asked.
"I need to have a word with you, in private," I whispered to him and his brows creased with curiousity.
"Is everything okay?" he asked and I forced another smile through my lips.
"eting cancelled. We’ll et when I have the ti," Francis said to them and he eagerly held my hand, then I walked him into one of the guest rooms and shut the door.
The way he still kept his eyes closed made my blood boil. It never really bothered , but after what Queen Venessa said to , I just couldn’t make assumptions and overlook it anymore.
"Mala....are you okay?" He asked and his long fingers traced my face. I was willing to find my answer in any way that I can.
I smiled. "I thought you said you wanted when we get here? Don’t you want anymore?" I asked and Francis smirked.
"You must be so eager for you to drag out of a eting. If you want it, then I’m willing to give it," he whispered to then I went ahead to kiss him.
"Wait," he said and he brought out a light fabric from his pocket and he covered his eyes with it, using it as a blindfold.
He went that far?
"Now we can," he added. Francis kissed like there was no tomorrow. His hands ran along my body.... exploring every part of my skin.
Our breathes were heavy, but I didn’t let the pressure get to .
When he least expected, I lifted his head with my hand and pulled the blindfold with the other and imdiately looked into his eyes.
Unlike the last ti, my eyes didn’t burn but Francis groaned like I threw him into a burning furnace. He pushed and tossed against the wall.
That was when I knew, there was more to Francis than he told .
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