REAGAN POV
Two guards each flanked by my sides, their heavy boots echoed against the marble floors of the grand hall as we made our way towards the manor’s east wing where I knew my mother was staying.
As I walked, the emotions inside fought for supremacy with anger against regret at the sa ti. Every word Heather had said embedded into my mind like blades which pierced my pride to deeper and more painful depths. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard and I wasn’t willing to listen it but then everything made sense.
Dahlia looking pale, frail, almost sick! Hells, thinking about it made sick. To think that she would go through this extent made my stomach churn. Looking at Dahlia, seeing her once bright and spirited self reduced to nothing but the shadow I had confronted earlier made angry with myself. I couldn’t believe that I had been too blind, too consud by my anger and bitterness to notice it!
I clenched my fists tightly as we got closer to the east wing. The distant low level of voices reached my ears and I could tell my mother was inside. The guards who stood guard at the door tensed at the sight of coming towards them, their faces unyielding.
"Sire!" One of them greeted with a firm nod.
"Open the door!" I demanded, my voice cold and unwavering.
Without hesitation, the guards imdiately did as I had asked, opening the door and I stepped inside where I found my mother seated gracefully by the window. A calm atmosphere surrounded her while her fingers delicately touched the rim of her tea cup which rested on a small nearby table. Sunlight from the window exposed her facial features making her seem heavenly if only I didn’t know any better.
Her gaze shifted to as I entered, and a warm smile appeared on her face, her dark eyes lighting up the way they always did whenever she saw . "Ah, my son!" She said rising up from her seat to co and huge while giving a peck on the cheek, sothing I didn’t like but she still always goes ahead and do it and I always let her since it brings her comfort.
My mother pulled away from , a small frowning settled on her face when she saw how I gazed at her. "You look troubled son, are you okay?" She asked her voice filled with concern.
Instead of answering my gaze flicked to the maids that were in the room with her. Four of them stood in various corners of the room, their heads bowed, hands clasped respectfully in front of them. I stared at them noticing they fit the description Heather gave, this must be the maids who had doled out the punishnt.
Without any other word, I turned to my side to where I knew the guards were busy waiting. "Grab them and throw them in the dungeon."
The guards answered without any question and moved to grab the maids who were looking confused than ever and struggled when the guards grabbed them. My mother turned to look at , her frown deepening as she stared at .
"What is the aning of this?" My mother asked but I gave her no explanation.
The maids struggled as they were being dragged off towards the door, their voices rising in confused protest as they called for my mother to save them but she didn’t say anything at all, instead her expression hardened as she stood rooted to the spot.
I narrowed my eyes thinking she ought to intervene with the way the maids yelled and called out for her but instead her lips pressed into a thin line, her face betraying nothing but cold indifference.
The mont the maids were out of the door, my mother turned to look at . Anger burning in her gaze as she glared at , "And may I ask what this is about?"
I stared at her, "May I ask why the king’s head of servant was doing in my house?"
My mother tried to conceal her emotions but I saw the way her eyes flickered with the briefest hint of surprise before she slipped back her cold mask on her face. "Nothing, she was just visiting."
A scoff escaped my lips as I stared at her mother, did she think after all these years I wouldn’t know when she was telling lies or the truth? That I wouldn’t know her sches? I thought to myself before I turned away, "Then you can count this as just visiting!" I said and began to walk out of the door.
"So she told you what I did to her then?" My mother’s voice halted my movents.
"Didn’t need to, I was bound to find out sooner or later!" I was just sad that I found out about it too late to stop it! I thought to myself before I turned around to stare at my mother, "How could you do sothing like that to her?"
My mother scoffed at , "Co now Reagan don’t tell you’ve co to care for the poor girl, this was bound to happen sooner later. I just made sure she gets to have a taste of the sa pain I experienced for years!" She said without any remorse.
I stared at my mother, "And you do not think you went too far with it? She could have died!"
"Wow, so you are really starting to care about her?"
"For fuck’s sake I care about you!" I yelled at her, "What do you think happens to us when the king learns that his daughter has died?"
My mother rolled her eyes, "Please, if the king truly cared about her he would have married her off to soone better. He knew what she would be getting into the mont he married her off to you!"
Clenching my hands tightly, I stared at my mother. "Whatever it may be, I’ve co to tell you to stay away from her. Do not touch her or tell any of your spawns to again!"
My mother raised her head up to stare at with surprise on her face. "This truly bothers you?" She asked staring at as if trying to figure out, "Tell the truth Reagan, do you care for the girl?"
"No!" I answered without missing a beat, "But no one gets to touch her or hurt her, if anyone will hurt her or even make her cry, it will be and no one else. We have a plan, so I suggest you stick to it and not complicate things for ."
My mother narrowed her gaze at , "Ohm don’t worry, I know all about the plan and I intend to stick to it but the question is will you?" She asked, her eyes searching mine for answers that I didn’t dare to reveal.
"Be careful mother or it’s not only the king you will be answering to!" I said after a while before turning on my heel and heading toward the door. My shoulders were tense, my hands curled into fists at my sides as I walked away. The sound of her voice stopped just before I reached the threshold.
"Just rember," She called after , her tone laced with venom, "love makes you weak. And weakness has no place in this family."
I paused for a minute, my hand hovering on the door then I turned to look at her, "Of course mother, how could I ever forget?" I asked calmly and before she could say anything else, I opened the door and stepped outside while her words lingered in the air and echoed in my mind as I walked away.
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