His Majesty's Devious Sin

Chapter 145 - Tongue Ripped Out

"Your Majesty," Weston warily commented, holding a newspaper in his hand. He wasn't sure if this was the best time to announce the good news, because it revolved around the Queen who had been in a coma for two weeks now. 

Elias did not respond. He remained seated by the bed, a position he had resumed for days now. Every time he finished his paperwork, he went straight to her bedside. The problem had worsened so much that he brought all his workload into his bedroom, just so that he could watch over her. 

"Go tell him," Weston hissed at his younger brother. He nudged Easton forward, sending his frail twin stumbling over his own feet.

"No, you tell him!" Easton groaned, quickly hiding behind his brother. He was too terrified to go towards the King.

For the days that Adeline did not wake up, the King's temper continued to worsen. It had gotten to the point where every little thing made the King snap. It was a nearly impossible reaction. Even when the King was pissed, he was known to wear a cunning smile. But now, he was just a grouchy man with a fiery temper and way too much power in his hands.

Last time a butler did the smallest of mistakes and the King nearly snapped the poor man's neck. The twins had to grab the King before anything was to happen. 

"It's good news," Weston gritted out. "The King will like it. You want to get on his good side, don't you? Go tell the King about the good news."

Easton pouted and looked at the newspaper that spoke about the finalized trade deal between Wraith and Kastrem. Everyone was informed that it was the Queen's brilliance that made Wraith prosper. The people loved the Queen, and her rare presence publicly only made them more curious about her.

Easton huffed. "If it's such a beneficial opportunity, then why don't you take it?" he whispered in an extremely tiny voice, careful to not disturb the pouncing lion.

Easton's gaze sneakily crept toward the King whose eyes had never left the Queen's unconscious body.

Elias hasn't slept and ate for days. The former was fine, but the latter was not. His face was gaunt and grueling as if nothing in this world could bring back joy. A storm cloud rolled over his face, his lips pressed thin. 

An abrupt knock on the door sent the twins flinching in fear. They glanced at each other. Weston shoved the newspaper onto Easton and pointed towards the King.

"Go and tell His Majesty. He'll enjoy the story, I'm sure of it. Now, I'll go and answer the door." Weston shoved Easton forward and nearly rolled his eyes at how dramatic his younger brother was.

Easton held back a sob. He crossed his finger across his chest, seemingly sending a prayer to the sky. He looked like a man walking on the shaky bridge to Hell.

Weston scoffed. He shook his head and went for the door. Weston was surprised to see it wasn't Lydia Claymore. Lately, she had been stalking the castle like a ghost. She pushed past all the guards and had demanded to see Adeline every moment she could. And surprisingly? The King allowed her!

At first, Weston didn't understand why. But then, he realized the King probably thought the Queen would wake up at the loud and irritating voice of her best friend. The Queen didn't.

"Doctor, you're here," Weston said. He quickly snuck a glance towards the unmoving Elias. Easton was sharing the great news, but the King acted like he was alone in the castle.

"Right now is not the best time, Doctor. The King is by the Queen's bedside, and he refuses to let anyone close—" Weston paused when Easton jumped backward. 

The King had sent a death-worthy glare towards Easton. Not a second later, His Majesty returned his attention to Her Grace. It was as the King thought staring at her intently would wake her up.

"Nonsense. The Queen is with child, she must get her bi-weekly check-ups," the Doctor responded with a deep frown. His white brows were tugged together in disapproval when Mr. Fitzcharles would not move.

Weston swallowed. A child. The Queen was pregnant. It was only discovered when she had fainted in the King's arms. That day, Elias raised hell in the castle. He sent strict orders to everyone in the palace that anyone who laid a hand on the Queen will lose their life. No one was to get near the Queen, no one was to touch her, and no one was to know what she was going through.

Weston had never seen Elias so panicked and terrified. His wife was limp in his arms, pregnant with vomit all over her. 

"Let's discuss this in a different room, Doctor." Weston could not let word get out of the King's disapproval towards the child.

"Is that the Doctor, Weston?"

Weston's spine stiffened. He briefly froze, a cold sweat dripping down his forehead. He turned around at the eerily calm voice of the King. 

Elias looked like a zombie. His head fluidly turned towards the door, his gaze haunted and dark. 

"Your Majesty!" The doctor quickly said. He pushed himself into the room, his big belly brushing past Weston's arms.

The Royal Doctor had worked on the family for decades. He came from a prestigious lineage that always hailed the best doctors that this country had ever seen. He was supposed to retire years ago but received far too much recognition to want to step out of the limelight.

"Yes yes, I am here for the Queen's bi-weekly check-up! Now, as you know, since she is human and the child she carries is a vampire, we might have to change the check-ups to weekly ones. As unfortunate as it is that the child is not a Pure-Blood, the heir is still a descendant of your great blood, Your Majesty, thus—"

"Shut up."

The King rose to his full height.

"P-Pardon?" The Doctor whispered, trembling in his shoes at the sight of the King's arctic-cold eyes. The temperature in the room dipped, and even the winds of Antarctica couldn't match it.

Shadows crept up the walls, swallowing the decorations, and stealing the light from the world. Suddenly, the room dimmed, as the shadows crept to the window. 

Easton let out a small shriek when he nearly backed into one of the wispy shadows touching the wall. He could see the ghouls of hell swarming the King.

The King was furious beyond no return. And no one could know why.

"Y-Your Majesty," the Doctor shakily said. "I-I was just trying to help. I-if we do not conduct—"

"Shall I have your tongue ripped out and fed to you?" Elias growled.

Instantly, the Doctor clamped his mouth shut. He let out a small yelp and dropped to his knees, bowing his head to the ground. He heard the approaching sound of the King's powerful footsteps.

The Royal Doctor began trembling in his position. Oh no. What was going to happen? What was the King going to do to him? Oh dear, oh dear, he had a family to live for. His life was precious!

Suddenly, the King's footsteps came to a startling halt in front of the cowardly doctor. He opened his mouth and said four words that sent the entire room into a frenzy.

"Prepare for an abortion."