Capítulo 8: The Kingdom Dilemma (1)

In the vast and opulent halls of the palace, a sense of solemnity enveloped the air, casting a weighty shadow over the ornate surroundings.

The King, his countenance marked by a furrowed brow, navigated the labyrinthine corridors with a contemplative air. The impending execution weighed heavily on his mind, a duty he bore as the sovereign of Otheonate, a task both unavoidable and somber.

A sense of anxiety swept over him as he approached the door of Princess Melissa's chamber. He couldn't help but wonder how his loving wife, was dealing with the situation that was unfolding in the territory.

Once his steps slowed, he took time to gather himself, breathing a careful breath to calm the emotions that were racing within him. While his duty required unflinching resolution, the King was very aware of the emotional toll it exacted, particularly when it came to his beloved family.

Gently knocking on the door, King Edward patiently awaited a response, his knuckles rapping softly against the polished wood. Peta, the maid who had been stationed nearby, promptly answered his call, her face breaking into a welcoming smile that effectively masked any hint of earlier unease she might have felt.

"Your Highness, welcome," she greeted with a bow, her tone a blend of genuine respect and deference.

Seeking solace and assurance, King Edward posed his question, his voice carrying a gentle but somber undertone. "Is she within this chamber, Peta?"

Understanding the gravity of the unspoken concern that lay beneath the king's words, Peta responded with empathy and assurance, her voice a calming presence in the room.

"No, Your Highness, Would you like me to locate the Queen, Your Highness?"

His gaze was thoughtful and contemplative, the king considered Peta's offer momentarily before delivering his decision.

"That won't be necessary. Thank you, Peta." With measured steps, he crossed the threshold, entering the room.

With a tender expression, he drew closer to his daughter, his finger making contact with Melissa's delicate hand.

"Elizabeth, this is truly a precious gift, and we must exert every effort to ensure Melissa's safety and well-being," he declared, his voice a blend of determination and kindness.

"I'm fully aware," the queen responded unexpectedly, causing the king to raise an eyebrow in surprise.

"Don't startle me like that, my queen," he remarked, his initial astonishment quickly transforming into a playful reproach.

The queen's expression shifted, her demeanor turning more contemplative as she posed a pressing question."But how can we protect her from the harsh realities of this world? and.....how can we shield her from pain and suffering?"

A tender and understanding smile graced the king's lips as he offered his response. "Ah, my beloved, it's true that we cannot shield her from every challenge that lies ahead." His voice carried a soothing reassurance.

"However, we possess the power to instill within her a foundation of love, resilience, and wisdom. By nurturing her spirit and providing her with the tools to navigate adversity, we can pave the way for her to embrace a future that holds both hope and tranquility."

Their eyes met, a shared understanding passing between them. The weight of their roles as parents and rulers lay heavy upon their shoulders, yet the fire of determination burned brightly within their gazes.

"Through the warmth of our embrace and the guidance of our teachings," the king continued, "she will learn to stand tall in the face of challenges and to seek solace in the knowledge that she is cherished."

She nodded, her heart warmed by the reassuring words that flowed from her husband's lips.

A sense of solidarity fell between them as they shared a common understanding, a tacit acknowledgement of the enormous duties that laid on their shoulders, both as dedicated parents and faithful rulers of the realm.

Amidst their conversation, a hesitant voice interjected, drawing their attention. "Uhm, Your Highness... may I have your permission to excuse myself for a moment?" Peta, their loyal attendant, inquired, her voice tinged with a blend of respect and a hint of urgency.

The Queen exchanged a brief glance with her husband before turning her attention back to Peta. "Of course, Peta. Please, take the time you need. We understand the dedication you pour into your duties for our family and the Kingdom," she responded, her tone carrying a genuine sense of concern and appreciation.

The King added with a warm smile, "Indeed, Peta. Your commitment has never wavered, and we trust you completely. Don't hesitate to attend to your personal needs."

Peta's expression softened as gratitude welled up within her. "Thank you, Your Highness, both of you. I'll be back shortly," she acknowledged, her voice holding a mixture of relief and gratefulness.

Peta left the room, The Queen turned to her husband, a reflective expression crossing her features. "Our kingdom is truly blessed to have such devoted individuals by our side."

The King nodded in agreement, his gaze filled with pride and appreciation. "Absolutely...Our strength lies not only in our roles as leaders but also in the bonds we share with those who tirelessly support us."

"However, I hold onto the hope that a repetition of the unfortunate events that befell our knight can be prevented," the Queen expressed, a sigh escaping her lips.

Her voice held a touch of worry, a genuine concern for the safety and well-being of those under her care. In her eyes, a mosaic of emotions converged, weaving a tapestry of sentiments that ranged from disappointment to a resolute yearning for a more favorable outcome.

Her words appeared to take on a life of their own when they drifted through the castle corridors, reverberating inside the stately walls and infusing the area with a palpable gravity. The event had left a lasting imprint on her, a warning that underneath the opulent facade, the shadow of treachery might rear its head, catching even the most cautious off guard.

With a reassuring tone, the King responded, his voice carrying a resolute determination that aimed to dispel any lingering doubts. "Rest assured, my love. Those who dare to betray our kingdom and us will face the consequences. The palace, our sanctuary, will be safeguarded, and such a breach of trust shall never repeat itself."

His words resonated with a sense of authority, a testament to his unwavering commitment to protecting his realm and those within it.

His gaze met the Queen's, a silent exchange of understanding passing between them.

'Hmm, are you all discussing an execution? Isn't this happening too abruptly?'I asked curiously, my eyebrows furrowing in surprise as I spoke, clearly intrigued by the conversation around her.

The king, who was also drawn in, wondered, "What's the matter, sweetie?"

I couldn't help but release a frustrated sigh, feeling a sense of exasperation washing over me. "It's just so incredibly vexing. Despite my attempts to communicate, all that emerges from my infant's mouth are cries. They remain oblivious to the words I'm trying to convey."

Suddenly, an elderly man entered the room in a hurry, his presence drawing our attention. "Your Highness, the carriage is ready," he informed promptly.

"Thank you, Benjamin," The King responded appreciatively, recognizing his dedication.

"It's my duty, Your Highness," Benjamin replied with a respectful nod.

"Now, let's head out. We wouldn't want to be late," he declared, aware of the time-sensitive nature of our plans.

"Alright then, Benjamin, please take care of Melissa," she instructed, placing my trust in his capable hands.

"Yes, Your Highness," he affirmed, assuming his responsibility with assurance.

With that, the queen and I made our way to the door, prepared to embark on our journey.

As they approached the exit, the elderly gentleman in the black suit turned his attention toward me, offering a warm smile. "Hello, Your Highness," he greeted me, his tone cordial and welcoming.

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Shielding the queen from unnecessary distress, my awareness went unnoticed.

Their focus was entirely captivated by the arrival of their newborn daughter, their expressions radiant with the happiness this momentary respite offered amid the surrounding pandemonium.

Bound by loyalty, I remained steadfastly by their side, even if it required subduing my own inner turmoil.

With a swift, soundless step, I turned and fled, my heart racing as an excruciating pain clawed its way up my throat.

*Gasp*

I was almost at my room, my sanctuary, where I could finally let my guard down. Slamming the door shut behind me, I pressed a trembling hand to my throat, the throbbing of dark veins beneath my skin a haunting reminder of the ordeal I was enduring.

The Unknown liquid that had emerged earlier now oozed from the corners of my mouth.

Gurgle! Gurgle! The black liquid surged forth in a disturbing torrent, escaping my lips in a grotesque symphony.

Agony coursed through me, an unrelenting vice that rendered me immobile. My body screamed in protest, and the edges of my vision blurred as consciousness slipped through my grasp.