Chapter 45: Part XLV.

"Wow." I breathe out and fall on the bed feeling a little relieved, "that was intense."

"Yep." Sean says popping the P and falls beside me on the bed. "I'm proud of you."

"Huh?" I say and chuckle. I don't even know why I said anything at all. I probably shouldn't have.

"You'd make a great Queen." He says and my heart skips a beat. What exactly does it mean to be a queen? Did I just act as one?.

"Why did you do it?" He asks after a few seconds, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Do what?" I ask

"Why did you plead on her behalf?"

"You were about to make the biggest mistake of your life." I say and he sits up to look at my face.

"What do you mean?"

"Well," I sigh, "I'm assuming you wanted to have her executed, right?" I ask and he nods once.

"You would have jeopardized any chance of you becoming king and even if you ended up sitting on the throne, it wouldn't be for long. The people wouldn't know everything that happened, they'd only know what they're being told and by the look of things, Adrian would make sure whatever they're told doesn't favour you. OUR SISTER WAS KILLED BY THE KING FOR TRYING TO PROTECT THE KINGDOM FROM A HUMAN." I say the last sentence in a bold tone mimicking Adrian and he chuckles, laying back down in his previous position.

"Even if you're next in line to be King Sean, if you don't have the support of the people you're about to lead, you can't last long as one."

"The people love me already, trust me." He says and I scoff.

"I'm sure the love is already wilting away from their hearts since the day they heard you brought a human to rule beside you. And killing Miranda for me would only make them hate me more and that would endanger my life."

"Wow," he says, "how come I didn't think about it this way?"

"Because you were too clouded by your emotions and anger."

"You're right," he agrees, "that's why I need you by my side. I definitely made the right choice."

Immediately he says that, my mind runs back to Dylan and how he made me kill him but I suck it in, ridding myself of the thought and focus on the conversation. I'll avenge him, but it's a process.

"You can't be too sure about that," I respond, "at least, not yet."

"I can be sure it's going to be a bumpy ride tho," he says, "so buckle up."

"Oh!" I say sitting up to face him, the word "buckle" ringing a bell in my head, "what's the stuff you said about Miranda?"

"Huh?" He asks confused and I hit my head lightly, trying to remember.

"Magic buckle," i blurt out, "was it?" I ask myself lowly. It doesn't sound right but I can't quite place my fingers on the problem.

"Power buckle?" He chuckles and I scream yes as he says what I've been trying to remember. It was right in my head but I couldn't grasp it. I think I'm getting old.

"Exactly! Yeahh what's that?" I ask after we both laugh lightly.

"It's like a cuff that prevents her from using her powers and it'd be put around her wrist or ankle, whichever one she wants." he explains, "It'll be bounded by a stronger power so she can't unlock it even if she tries."

"Oh." I say, feeling a little sad for her. Oh well, I guess I can easily forgive her cos I no longer feel the pain nor did it leave a scar. She was a complete bitch towards me, and she had this coming her way sooner or later. At least she's not dead.

"Yeah," he says and I lay back down, "don't tell me you feel sorry for her."

"Why is a complete family part of the council?" I ask completely escaping his question.

"They have the highest power after the royal family." He answers.

"So basically, their family is next in line for throne?"

"Well," he pauses, "you can put it like that but it'll never happen. It has been my family for centuries now and the only thing that can change that fact is my death or absence of an heir from me."

"Your death." I say matter-of-factly and he turns to look at me, cocking an eyebrow. "Your death would make that family become Royal and you keep them so close to you. You're dumb."

"What?" He asks sounding a little offended but I don't give two flying fucks what he feels right now.

"You think they can't defeat you. You think you're the most powerful and can't be harmed. I'm disappointed Sean. I thought you'd be smarter than this."

"Watch your tone young lady." He sits up, backing me and I go to sit beside him. I guess I was too harsh but his business is now mine too.

"I'm sorry," I take his hand in mine, "but you've seen how Adrian constantly challenges your claim to the throne, Miranda might have sincere feelings for you but trust me when I say her ambitions have no limit and Joe might be loyal and all but it's easy to bend plastic when exposed to heat Sean."

"Joe isn't that way." He defends the man.

"I know but his children are that way and beyond. You can't be completely sure that he wouldn't-"

"Enough Crystal," he cuts in with a low serious tone, "I won't have anymore of it. Eat up and have some rest, you don't want your wedding dress sagging off your shoulders."

"Sean-" I'm cut off again by him disappearing into thin air and food appearing on the table.

"When's the damn wedding." I say lowly to myself, angry that he didn't pay mind to me and even angrier that I took it upon myself to talk to him. He clearly didn't ask for my opinion and I shouldn't have said anything. I guess I've been talking a little more than necessary lately but cut me some slack please, I haven't really talked in like forever now.

"Arghh!" I grumble and lay back on the bed. This is all going to be harder than I bargained for.