Sleeping Beauty Wants The Throne
48. Let's Get Married

Luz was still watching Alastair as the man pulled away from the hall and entered the hallways of the palace connected by stairs winding towards the second floor. Getting an idea, Luz immediately got up from his seat and decided to follow the Grand Duke from behind.

Luz has made up his mind. If the Grand Duke's choice fell to Princess Giselle, then she would retreat. He will not force because everyone has their own choices.

But don't forget, the Grand Duke hasn't paid off all his debts. Luz is certainly not a typical person who is silent when the debtor suddenly does not know himself. After the problem was solved with Alastair, Luz thought about finding a new place to live or maybe return to Thompsville. It's definitely not Brighton. To restore his heart.

Once again Luz pursued Alastair's wide steps down the hallway. It was enough, he was fed up, Luz really wanted to end everything but the man treated him as if he didn't care.

"Alastair!"

The man in black dragon carved clothes turned around, looking at him full of question marks with his eyebrows raised next to him. The distance between them makes Luz like a child who goes berserk just because of a candy bar. God fucking.

"Forget over everything that's been going on all this time. I'm just asking that you pay the damages for all my makeup!"

Good, Luz is already trapped in Alastair's trap. Seeing from his drastically changed attitude, now the man already knew that Luz was being struck with jealousy.

"You want me to pay for it now?"

Luz nodded steadily. "Yes, of course."

"How can I pay?"

Luz bit her lower lip, "Sunny." But considering she already has her own cosmetics store, Luz hurriedly added. "Pay with a mountain of makeup if you can."

"You said once that makeup is just like your life, right?"

"Y-yes." This time Luz answered him hesitantly as Alastair approached him.

"Then I have to pay for it with my life as well."

"Why is that?"

"I'm a knight, Love." Alastair locked Luz between his hands on the wall. "Whatever I have promised, I will give you the same amount and amount."

Luz silently smiled obliquely. Ah, in his brain there are many neatly arranged plans to blackmail the number one Grand Duke in Sormenia. If Luz was rich wouldn't he bother living in a Thompsville manor house? And also he won't be bullied by that bastard Evandre again for all eternity.

"It's good if you're sober, Mr. Grand Duke. Just for information, that western mansion of yours is not too bad. I think if you're going to hand over the mansion to me then your debt will be paid off to the roots," luz replied calmly showing no enthusiasm at all for Duke to give the large building voluntarily.

"No, lady. I'll give you all my property."

"Whatchu mean? You want to live poor, do you? Oh, there's no need I don't need all your property if in the end I live with blasphemy from other nobles for being slandered for taking away the duke's most desirable possessions. You don't have to do it."

"Still not understanding either?" Alastair got closer and whispered right next to Luz. "Let's get married. That way the entire estate of the Grand Duke of Brighton will automatically be yours as well, my future Duchess."

Luz froze. He looked at Alastair in shock but his lips were still tightly clenched.

"See you later. I'll visit the manor house tomorrow afternoon to talk about our marriage to Marquis Thompsville" Alastair said last time before he turned back and disappeared between the turn of the hall.

The whole plan that was laid out in Luz's pretty brain evaporated perfectly. Not remaining. The movements of the Grand Duke he could not read much less predictions, different from the nobles he had met all along. And Luz was forced to admit, that the ingenuity of the Grand Duke of Brighton exceeded that of the crown prince even in all aspects.

Luz was still standing. What possessed Alastair just now. Did the man propose to her?

Is Sormenia's favorite Grand Duke crazy?!

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Once again, Evandre pinched his dizzy forehead. Free himself to get ready since the afternoon if in the end he is still busy with the work that has piled up since yesterday afternoon. She struggled with many tasks, and most annoyingly, she could not look around at the ladies below.

Ah, it must be the most beautiful Crystal Lady. Sure.

Long in silence, the sound of knocking from the direction of the door made Evandre turn towards the source of the sound. As usual, Cornelius approached him to convey who the guests were.

"Grand the Duke of Brighton is ahead, Your Highness."

"What's he here for?" Evandre clenched his hands. But he was powerless to refuse. "Please let him in."

Cornelius was like that. Although he understood how worried Evandre was, he could not do anything about it. Choosing obediently, he came back out and before long, the source of Evandre's uneasiness came wrapped in dark clothes and a robe of matching color.

"Long time didn't see you in parliament, Your Highness." Alastair looked calm. Unasked, the man sat on one of the ivory-white couches with one leg propped up haughtily.

Evandre looked at him carefully. "What else you want."

Alastair chuckled, "Quiet, Crown Prince. I'm just trying to open a peaceful conversation, please don't explode like that" Alastair said staring at him straight.

Evandre gritted his teeth. As an impingement, he clasped his pen firmly until it cracked in some parts. "I hope you keep your mouth shut."

Alastair looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Whatchu mean? Are you talking about your bad habits that I want to report to His Majesty?"

Evandre kicked off his desk. "Grand Duke, keep your limits!"

"Why? Are you afraid that His Majesty knows what you really are. Remember, Crown Prince. Your habits can doom our kingdom."

Evandre growled furiously.

"All the women you've ever slept with have been secured. Next time think further. Think about how Sormenia's fate would be when your sons wanted the throne?"

Evandre was surprised. "They're pregnant?"

"Four women are already pregnant and they themselves admit that the child they bear is your child" replied Alastair lightly. "Four children plus legitimate sons and sons of your future concubines. If they kill each other for the throne, what will happen?"

Evandre. He did not expect that his habit of staying at a brothel could have such a big impact.

"You need not bother to admit your guilt before His Majesty. I've been reporting this for a week." Alastair stood up, there were still many things that needed to be done after his affairs with Evandre were done. "I asked him why you haven't been in parliament lately. You know what the reason is?"

The man in front of him was silent. But Alastair knew Evandre was waiting for his answer.

"His Majesty didn't invite you to the meeting because she doesn't trust you anymore."

Evandre's hand shook. His eyes turned red, yet he could not let go of all his anger while the Grand Duke was still standing in front of him.

"I see you're depressed, huh?" Alastair smiled amusedly. "Then I'm gone. You better think about the next step before the king announces a new crown prince."

"New one?"

Alastair who was already at the door turned his head back. "Ah, errata. I mean restore the old crown prince position."

After that Alastair completely disappeared from Evandre's sight after the door was closed again.

"Suck!" Evandre kicked the desk rough until all the objects on top of the object scattered. Ink liquid spread on the floor, all the paper flying everywhere. Evandre, who was initially dizzy, is now getting dizzy and it feels like his head will break.

His breathing hunts, but Evandre's anger will not be resolved just by damaging the objects around him. The King must keep believing in him, the King must not return Alastair to the crown prince's seat. Whatever the path, if anyone dared to hinder Evandre to the throne then he would not hesitate to finish him off.

Whosoever. Including the Grand Duke.

And also ... The king's.