Page 205 of Rogue Alpha Prince
“Your Majesty, if I may point out, you already admitted there basically was no treason committed…” I quickly cover my mouth to cough.
I can smell the metallic scent of fresh blood before I see drops of it on my hand.What the fuck?
The King smirks at the sight and starts answering me—like a werewolf coughing blood was the most natural thing in the world, “I wouldn’t say it wasn’t committed at all, but it was relatively trifle, and when I came to see your vegetative state with my own eyes—my son already reported that it ultimately helped him win the war, so I guess… Yes, I can pardon her. I’ll send the papers to my council to release her at midnight. You have my word.”
My attempts to heal whatever is causing the blood outside of my reproductive organs has stopped again. That was too easy. What’s going on? Why is he playing with me?
I try to mind-link Cain, but I’m so weak…
“Now that you are already here.” He chuckles to himself and sits on the velvet couch in front of me, with his robe catching my attention again.
The Crimson King…
The doors behind me open, and despite the lack of the alluring, lemony scent, I still hope it’s Cain.
It’s not. A few guards are coming in, along with… Elders? Including some guy that I don’t know but who looks so familiar it plays with my mind. And Cain’s Delta. They all stand around the King, looking at me nervously.
“I hereby charge you with deliberately killing the next heir to the Rogue Kingdom’s throne.”
What in the dark ages is that?! My adrenaline jumps, and I want to flee from this ridiculous medieval situation before they cut my head for having a miscarriage, for Goddess's sake. But I can’t. My lungs burn like I’m drowning, and my legs can’t hold my weight anymore. I fall to my knees, but no one reacts.
“What is the accusation based on, Sire?” One of the elders asks.
Why do I never see these grey-haired men around? Is this his council? I sway, trying to stay upright.
I feel so weak…
“That’s exactly what I would like to know,” Cain’s voice beams behind me. He strides toward me.
I flinch, when for a second there I’m almost sure he wants to kick me. There is loathing in the way he glances at me, but as soon as he stands next to me I still catch his calf to steady myself and start healing as much as I can. Which is barely any.
“Oh, my favorite son.”
“Hard not to befavorite when you kill all the others,” Cain comments bitterly, focusing on the King and not on me. “So, what did my wife supposedly do again, Father?”
I start coughing more blood and try to heal my lungs, but they seem to not be the source of the problem. The more blood I cough, the more eyes on me I feel.
‘Don’t die on me now, Ash, heal for fuck’s sake. I need you,’Cain mind-links me, maintaining the casual, unbothered look on the outside.
“She deliberately lost your pup on the battlefield to hide the news of the existence of the future heir.”
There are a few gasps, but I’m desperately trying to focus on different parts of my aching body—instead of the vicious lies from Rogue King's pretty mouth, now that Cain is here.
He’ll help me. Right?
“And that’s your official charge and motive for the crime?” Cain makes sure with a bored voice—either perfectly concealing his true emotions—or perfectly acting in front of me behind closed doors.
“Yes, my son. First, she didn’t tell you about the pregnancy, and then she jumped at the first opportunity she had to end it before she’d have to tell you.”
What the fuck?!
“I didn’t jump to—” I try to defend myself, but I start coughing again. My abdomen feels like it’s ripping in half…
“I’m so glad we established that it’s the official charge,” Cain’s deep voice commands the room, “Because we can stop it right here and not waste anyone’s fucking time anymore. You are occupying my Delta when he’s needed up north, Father.”
Fuck it, I can’t… I have to…
“What do you suggest, your Highness?” The weirdly familiar guy asks with an unpleasant tone of voice.
