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“I promise.” His eyes were filled with concern for her and his child. His attention was divided. It was in his face and his composure.
Chad had never seen his king, his friend, like that before. And it was a bad way to be in the face of war. So he spoke up to his friend. “This is when you have to be most calm, Lucien. You must keep it all together. That is the only way we can win this war.”
“Yes. He is right.” Danika smiled above the pain. “Do not…worry…about me. I will be…fine.”
King Lucien breathed out then, releasing some tension. He was able to hold himself again. Then he turned towards the guards and began instructing them.
He gave them orders. Commands. They responded like warriors.
Chad carried the queen out of court. Doing his best to curb the adrenaline pumping through his head about the danger they face, he ran at a shorter pace than the one he would have used if he wasn’t holding a pregnant woman in labor.
“The bathroom! I want…to use…the bathroom!” she cried.
He was almost in her chambers, and for a moment, he wondered if it was safe to let her use the bathroom when she was in labor. But she was crying out in earnest now, looking like she was in agony. Tears rained down her face.
So he carried her to the bathroom and helped her to her feet.
“Go! Go and get…Baski and Sally! Go!” she cried, holding the toilet rails so tightly it would have snapped if it wasn’t a hard rod.
“But I can’t leave you now. I will get you to-“
The queen was already shaking her head. “I need them, Chad! I…can’t do this…alone! I will wait…here! Go! Now!”
“Blazes!” Chad thought fast, his head whirling. “Alright, I’ll be right back! I’ll go and look for them. I’ll bring them here. Wait here, okay!?”
“Okay, I’ll be…waiting,” she panted.
“I’ll be as fast as I can!” With that, he took off in a dead run out of the bathroom.
Alone, Queen Danika kept breathing through her nose, doing her best to steady herself. “Please, please…son, have mercy…on me!” she cried when the pain became too much.
Desperately, she tried to remember all the teachings Baski had taught her about this day-and the older woman had taught her a lot-but her head couldn’t seem to remember thoseteachings now. So she focused on releasing the pressure in her bladder. But no matter how much she tried, urination was impossible.
In the end, she gave up and let down her clothes. Then she grabbed the rails again, panting out her pain as she waited for Chad’s return with Baski and Sally.
Coza did not expect the counter-attack. He most definitely did not expect the hard defense.
The fight is becoming too tough,?he thought angrily as he slayed another guard that came onto him. How the hell did he choose such a bad time to attack? Hell, how could he have known that the king of Salem would be here on this day?
Damn Vetta for going rogue!
Damn, Talia, for dying on him! If the damned maid hadn’t died, he would have gotten this information earlier. But he didn’t, and now, the battlefield was on fire.
Gritting his teeth, he looked around. Most of his men were dead, their corpses lying around under the hot sun.
“To withdraw!?” Cator, his general, shouted to him again.
“No withdrawing! Fight to the death!” Coza shouted back angrily. There was no way he was leaving this battlefield without a tangible head on the ground.
“We are outnumbered, Coza! We can’t get them all! Let’s withdraw, regroup and come back!!” Cator shot back as he slayed another head.
He didn’t think about it. Withdrawing was defeat! And regroup when? In ten years’ time?
His eyes traveled so far ahead and landed on the king of Salem. He fought ruthlessly. Slaying heads efficiently. The man even killed three men that came on to him with one slay of the sword through the air and a flip of his body. He mademoves Coza had seen before, but just like before, they left him speechless. Ruthless moves he used in fighting. He was just as ruthless the day he’d taken down the late King Cone and had taken over Mombana.
One of his formidable warriors rushed towards the king. Coza watched as the king let go of his sword and grabbed the warrior with both hands, one to his head and the other to his jaw. And then, he twisted the warrior’s head so fast, so hard, the head went to an odd angle. The warrior lay dead on the king’s feet.
No, the king was not only a fierce warrior but a butcher. How did they win a fight like this!?
Then a thought came to him-a very wonderful thought.
“To withdraw!?” Cator shouted again behind him above the war cries, sounds of swords slaying and screams of guards dying.
“Never!” he shouted right back, not without a tangible head on the land of Mombana.
To win this fight, the queen has to die. To amputate King Lucien’s arm, Danika’s head has to be on this land. And if he was lucky, her head wouldn’t be the only head, but that heir inside her would also die-that very important heir.
A smile of victory crossed his features. Why didn’t he think of this before now?
Seething his sword back to its scabbard, he turned and took off in a dead run from the battlefield.
His destination was the royal quarters…..
The queen had waited and waited and waited, but Chad hadn’t returned. She didn’t see Baski and Sally either.
Her son must have heard her pleas and decided to have a little bit of mercy on her. Oh, the pain was still there-so much-but Danika was feeling just a little bit better. So she made her way out of the bathroom. In short, steady steps-the best she could muster-she walked down what remained of the long hallway that led to her bedroom, her hand clutching her aching waist, her belly hurting.
She could hear the war cries, but they sounded so far away from the royal chambers.
Worry gnawed at her, adding to her pains. Worry about her kingdom. Her Lucien. Baski. Chad. Sally. Her people. The ministers. How were they doing? Why hasn’t Chad come back? Has something happened to Sally? To Baski? Terror gripped Danika’s throat.
That was the only explanation to why none of them were already crowding her personal space, fussing over her, making sure she was alright and trying to protect her with their lives.
She had no idea how she was able to manage it, but she got to her bedroom. There were no guards to be seen anywhere. Everyone was out on the battlefield. Everyone was fighting for the kingdom.
Opening the door, Danika walked herself into her bedroom and closed the door. Leaning against it, she panted out her pains.
“Why am I not surprised?” A familiar feminine voice filled the bedroom. “The coward queen. She is hiding in her bedroom while everyone puts their life on the line to protect her kingdom.”
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