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“Nothing,” Vetta said at last, stepping out of the way.
Victory flashed in the maid’s eyes before she walked past the mistress towards the king. Dropping the tea on his desk, she announced demurely, “Here is your tea, Your Majesty.”
He nodded his head curtly, dismissively.
Talia stepped out of his sight but didn’t go out of the room. She watched victoriously from one corner as King Lucien lifted the wooden cup to his mouth and-
“I’ll drink it.” Vetta’s raised voice stopped the king’s descending head.
King Lucien glanced up at her, curiously. “You want tea? I will send words to the royal kitchen to make you one-“
“Please, I’m t-too thirsty, I c-can’t wait. Let me drink this one while Maima m-makes you another one. Please, my king.” Vetta had no idea what was inside that tea, but she’d be damned before she let him drink it in front of her. Shaking her head, she walked towards him and took the tea from him. It was insolence to snatch what the king was holding without his permission, but that was not her thought at the moment.
Taking the wooden cup, she stepped out of his reach.
King Lucien did not understand Vetta’s insolence. But it didn’t get past him that it was the first time Vetta was making such insolent move with him.
“Alright, you can take that one. I’ll have Maima make me another one,” he decided.
Victory fled from Talia’s face replaced by horror. Terror followed the look of horror. Master Coza will kill her! Not only did the king not die, but the mistress, who’s his useful weapon, will die!
At the look of terror, Vetta smirked at her even as tears filled her eyes. Oh, she knew so well that Coza would have her head for this. Then she stared at the hot tea she palmed in her hands and swallowed tightly. But as she raised it to her lips, there was commotion outside the palace-a loud commotion that interrupted King Lucien’s writing.
“What is going on?” he said as he raised his head and stared towards the door.
Just then, the door opened, and Dargak hurried inside the king’s chambers with a huge smile on his face. For a guard that did not smile, it was downright shocking to see it on his face.
“Your Highness! Your Highness! There is someone here to see you!” he shouted, bowing his head to the king.
Only one person was scheduled to see him today, and that is Princess Kamara’s lover, King Lucien thought. “Has Navia’s prisoner arrived?” he asked Dargak, still wondering about the smile on the guard’s face.
“Yes, Your Majesty! He stands outside your door, waiting for your command to come in!”
“He needn’t wait. He should come in-” King Lucien cut off suddenly at the sound of his door opening. A figure walked through the door.
King Lucien swiveled his head in that direction and froze.
Declan walked into his chambers.
Declan?
There was a small crowd of the people of Salem at his door, too-how did they get into the royal quarters?-which the guards were trying to contain. But at that moment, King Lucienturned deaf and blind to them. All his focus centered on his cousin’s brother who died in the most horrible way six years ago, standing right in front of him. Declan?
Had he finally lost it in his head? Had he finally gone insane?
He must really have gone insane. That was the only explanation for the reason why he’d be seeing his dead cousin right in front of him in the middle of the day.
At one corner of the golden chambers, Vetta’s eyes were wide as saucers, staring at Declan standing before the king. She was so shocked the wooden cup fell from her hands and the tea poured out to the floor. She spared it no attention, unable to stop staring at the ghost in the room.
The look of horror at Talia’s face before was nothing compared to the one that was there as she stared at the man she was very sure died six years ago. The man she wished had died.
“By the gods..” the maid trailed off, her throat suddenly too dry. Today must be her doom. Clearly, it is written in the stars.
Dargak’s smile slipped at the utter blank expression that had replaced the relaxed look on the king’s face before. No, the king did not look happy at all. He believes that what he is seeing is unreal.
There was no reading this face at all. It was completely blank. No feeling. No expression. Nothing.
But it wasn’t Dargak’s explanations to give, so, he did the only sensible thing required of him. He bowed his head and excused himself from the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Declan could do nothing but stare at his brother that had been nothing but flashes in his memories in the past few years. His cousin, who was ten years his older cousin-his big brother. Heavens, he cannot believe he’s seeing his brother again.
But his brother was not looking at him with recognition.
“Brother… It’s me,” he said hoarsely, his voice filled with emotions.
That voice…
Even as his brother was a figment of his obviously-gone-crazy mind, King Lucien’s throat closed up at hearing the sound of his voice again for the first time in ages. His chest tightened so much it was almost hard to breathe.
He said nothing. His expression didn’t change either.
“I’m here. I am truly here, Lucien. I’m here, King Lucien. It is me…” Declan took a step close to his brother that stood frozen like a statue but stopped two feet in front of him because of the terrifying blank look on his always-strong cousin’s face. He had no idea what was going through his brother’s mind.
Memories assailed Declan.
Memories of his big brother taking whips for him. Giving him his own food to eat while he went hungry. Memories of his big brother assuring him every night that everything would be fine one day.
“I really am here. It’s me, brother,” Declan tried again, his voice breaking with emotions as he drank in the sight of his one and only family.
Silence descended.
No voice was heard in the golden chambers. Nothing.
Finally, what seemed like an eternity later, King Lucien pulled his eyes from the ghost in front of him, raised his hands and stared at his fingers.
What kind of torturous dream was this? What kind of torturous dream was this in the middle of the day?
His hands were shaking. His eyes blurred with tears. Then he let out in a pained voice, “Now my mind even conjures you up to the extent that I see you in the light of the day. I am so sorry, Declan.”
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
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