The Lycan King' Chapter 190: More Evidence

Chapter 190: More Evidence

Your Grace,

As it is my duty to guard and protect Lady Stenly, I feel I should inform you that she and her sister slept on a make-shift bed in the floor of the drawing room the previous night.

Also, a male visitor called today to see Lady Stenly. They spoke privately in the private receiving room upstairs. And when I ca in on them, they were in an inappropriate embrace.

Given that you said I should report anything detrintal to her safety, I feel you should know.

In an inappropriate embrace? What exactly did that imply? They were kissing? Or was she allowing him to touch her?

He ran a hand through his hair.

When he said that anything detrintal to her safety should be reported, he should have expected his guards to send a daily report of her life.

They were just so... dedicated.

But he was glad they were.

So he had been right. She hopped right into his arms the very next day.

He should be happy for her, he thought grimly.

After all, he was aware that Lord Bronan had proposed marriage to her.

If she did accept him, she would beco a widow on her wedding day if he had anything to say about it.

Yeren read through the letter again.

Why were they sleeping on the floor of the drawing room?

The house was very large - there had to be a surplus of useable room, hadn’t there?

Except she was afraid...

He had seen the fear in her eyes.

But it was none of his business. He should inform his guards to stop informing him of her wellbeing - it was no longer any of his business.

As far as he was concerned, she was fantasizing about so other man.

She had told him to find another woman to control.

Did that an that she thought he was trying to control her? Protecting her was controlling her?

He looked back on all his actions. How he had ignored her pleas to be released from his service, how he kept her by his side against her wishes.

Why had he done all that?

Because she was his servant and he was the King?

He left the question unanswered as he began to pack all the read and unread letters out of the drawer.

His father had received several threatening letters without seals or addresses.

But the handwriting was the sa in two of them. And from the ending of the second one, it was clear there was a letter in between that carried more information than the two.

It had to be what the thief had stolen.

But why?

What was in the letter?

Now he wished he had been more invested in politics before his father passed rather than swimming, writing poems and touring the world.

He wished he had been even closer to his father. Maybe his father would have confided his worries to him.

But if he didn’t confide in him, he would have confided in soone else.

The person that had been closest to him before he died was Arian.

Was that why Arian died?

Sighing, he stuffed all the scrolls and letters into a sack and carried it out of the study.

He looked around to be sure no one but his guards saw him and proceeded to Arian’s chamber at the rear of the house after dropping off the sack in a chest in his room.

Arian’s door was unlocked when he turned the knob.

When he went in, all the windows were shut and the room slled slightly musty from disuse.

He was gone for barely more than a day but it felt like he had died a long ti ago.

He moved inside hesitantly and scanned the room with his eyes.

Nothing out of the ordinary could be seen. Then he began to search the drawers. His guards eyed him suspiciously as he got down on his hands and knees to look under the bed.

There were just things that he had to do himself. And this was one of them.

Not finding anything, he slouched against the side of the bed, spreading his legs out in front of him.

Sitting on the floor like a hopeless man, he drew quite an amount of stares from his n.

But as he continued to sit there, he noticed a paper poking out from underneath the dresser.

He lifted the dresser and picked it up.

It was a letter addressed to him... and it was written just before Arian was killed. Ink was sared over the writing and the paper was slightly crumpled.

The letter was incomplete, but from what he could make out, Arian was trying to tell him of what the Rogues had stolen.

It was evidence of the coin that had been stolen over the years... and the first one that had been taken had been the missing letter he had been looking for. From Arian’s vague and incomplete words, it was clear that the letter had directly threatened the King’s life.

He leaned back against the mattress and stared at the parchnt in his hands.

All he could think of was all the evidence he had gathered that he had left in his study at the castle.

What if they were planning on stealing it as well?

It was now clear that they wanted all evidence cleared before they finally directly challenged him, whoever they were.

It wasn’t just Redmare. One person couldn’t possibly do all that had been done.

And once all evidence was disposed, he would be defenseless - and they would swoop in and challenge his throne.

He looked up at his guards.

"Prepare the carriage. I am riding back to the Capital now. And send two guards ahead of us to watch over the study until I arrive."

They all nodded and dispersed, leaving him with two guards, Maurius and Benet.

He went to gather his things.

Olenna t him in the hallway and stopped him.

"Are you leaving so soon, Your Grace?"

He moved his hand containing the letter behind him carefully and nodded.

"Yes, Olenna. Is there sothing you want to tell ?"

She stepped closer, her eyes darting around with fear.

"I saw the face of the man that broke into the study. I ca to Arian’s room just after he was killed." She gulped.

Yeren almost stopped breathing.

"What did he look like?"

"He looked like you, Your Grace."