My Husband is a King
Coups
"Mother ...! Mother ...!"
The prince was frantically looking for his mother. He had just returned home after a meditation that was supposed to be done for two months at the Sondakh hill waterfall.
It's just that Mahaguru Respati woke him up early because there was chaos in the Yorksland palace.
Prince Arshlan was forced to return and surprised by the chaos that occurred.
"Where's my mom?" prince Arshlan asked every lady he met. But the maids were only frightened and did not dare to answer.
The prince continued to run and headed to his mother's room. Where are the guards? As soon as his mind thrashed. He was very incredulous when he saw the state of the palace which was very chaotic due to the coup by his uncles.
"Mother is the strongest woman in Yorksland, she won't die easily at the hands of those clumsily!" amuk prince Arshlan whose emotions saw his mother was not in her place.
The prince went into his mother's room and searched her. The prince's goal is to find his mother. However, nil! There was not a single trace left by Queen Mary as a clue as to where she was going.
"If anything happens to my mother! I'll burn you all alive!" the Prince of Arshlan. He clenched his grip on his sword. His eyes glittered and his jaw hardened.
The flames of emotion burned his heart. Absolutely the anger of an Arshlan prince. He pulled the sword from its sheath and emitted a thick murderous air from its aura.
Brak!
Someone opened the door to Her Majesty's room. Prince Arshlan turned his head, and saw the great Respati standing in the doorway.
"Control your emotions, prince Arshlan. Don't kill anyone who doesn't bother you." Mahaguru Respati approached the prince. His steps looked slow with his eyes parched.
"I'll take care of your mother, there's something more important you have to do!" mahaguru Resti.
"Your uncle staged a coup, but they will definitely turn back the facts if you kill someone else. Go then! Don't kill anyone! Go somewhere else and ask for support from another kingdom." Mahaguru gave advice to his only disciple.
"Okay, Mahaguru!" The prince bowed and begged his teacher.
Drap drape!
The sound of footsteps flocked to enter the palace. "Kill the prince! Kill it!" A boisterous voice shouted the order to kill the prince.
Prince Arshlan was shocked to hear the voice. He held back his sword sheath.
"No, Prince!" Mahaguru Respati prevented the hand of the prince who was about to pull back the sword from its sheath.
"Better, the prince goes. Let the teacher keep them here!" Mahaguru looked firmly into the prince's eyes, indicating that he was very serious about asking the prince to leave the palace.
"But ... teacher ...?" The prince hesitated to leave his teacher. But the words that the teacher has just expressed are not just advice or advice, but emergency orders that must be implemented immediately.
"Let's kill Prince Arshlan! Come on!"
"Kill the lion cub and its mother! Kill it!"
Before anger boiled his blood, the prince had no other way but to leave.
"Go! Seek diplomatic support from other countries. Don't let the war repeat itself in Yorksland!"
"Murid please say goodbye, Mahaguru!"