Sleeping Beauty Wants The Throne
53. The Grand Duke will not be silent

"There is news coming from the kingdom!"

Luz who had just finished reading a book looked up when she heard a servant suddenly come to announce it to her. Luz and Ochonner both looked at each other, as if speaking from eye to eye. Discuss each other and guess what the king wants to tell them.

"Please come in."

A man wearing a green vest as well as a black cravat entered the reading room. Bowing respectfully, he immediately opened a scroll and read it aloud.

"The King's decree has come down! May Sormenia always be in the protection of God accompanied by prosperity and prosperity. In the name of the Eighty-fourth Great King, offset by the great contribution of the Crystal Lady, the court decided to give Lady Odyssey de Cera, the, the second daughter of Marquis Thompsville was a priceless honor. For that matter, the Crystal Lady will openly be given the position as the candidate for the crown princess!"

Ochonner glared as he listened to the exclamation just now. He held his book firmly until several pages seemed torn and could not be repaired. Luz knew, but he was still sitting quietly in his chair.

"I'm going to the palace."

Ochonner looked sharp. But before he managed to spill his emotions, all the guards and messengers from the palace were told to wait at the door.

"Are you crazy? You still insist on getting the position of crown princess, do you?!"

"Please, I'm not done talking yet." Luz casually chuckled and placed the book on the table. "Who said I'm still obsessed with that pseudo title? No, that's not what I meant."

Ochonner's eyebrows shot up. "Then what?"

"I want to avenge the crown prince that I can no longer have. It's enough to make him lose face, and that's what I'm aiming for."

Luz stood up and moved out of the room. The amethyst Ochonner's bead followed his movements until he asked, "Go now?"

Luz looked over for a moment. "No, I changed my mind. Forget it, I didn't go there."

"What else is it?"

"Have you forgotten who's proposing to me?" Luz chuckles. "I guarantee the Grand Duke will not stay silent when this news has already spread and been heard by him."

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"Grand Duke, have you read the tabloids today?"

Alastair who was busy reading parchment after parchment containing complicated data was hissing. He looked at Sean who happened to rush up to him in the castle with a sharp look.

"There's no time to talk to you, Travis. Another week, maybe you can just—"

"If you've just heard me in a week, don't blame anyone if the Crystal Lady has been taken by the crown prince!"

Alastair looked quickly. "What do you mean."

"Try seeing this!" Sean shows a copy of the King's decree affixed to a notice board right in the city center. "The king has passed down the decree to marry the crown prince to the Crystal Lady. What will you—"

"Let's talk about it. I'm busy."

"Your Grace, how could you not care— hey, Grand Duke, you're going where!"

Alastair hurriedly sheathed his sword at the waist, then left just as Sean was flabbergasted to see his wide stride out of the room.

What belongs to Alastair will not be able to take it back even if it is a god!

This time Alastair did not use his chariot. Seeing a guard on duty, he quickly called the guard and borrowed his horse. Riding the brown-furred beast at high speed.

As soon as it came to less than two hours, Alastair immediately entered the palace. Beautiful ornaments that would usually make anyone amazed, now he ignored. Walking up to find a room with iron doors wrapped in real gold, Alastair knocked until a man he knew as the right hand of the king appeared.

"I want to see the king."

The man nodded respectfully. "Well, wait a minute I'll announce."

"Don't be slow!"

Without further ado, Alastair barged in until the man who was the king's right-hand man looked panicked. Alastair's long footsteps led him into a luxurious room with gold everywhere. King Izaikhel who was initially writing looked surprised as he looked up. His old gaze met the Grand Duke's face which implied anger. Not as usual.

"Your Grace, you can't barge in like this, forced me to—"

King Izaikhel raised his hand to keep the man quiet. "Leave it. You can go back to your place."

Nodding obediently, the brown-clothed man let go of the Grand Duke then returned to his original place without intending to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two most important people in Sormenia.

"Something happened, Grand Duke? It's not usually you go in without hesitation towards me."

Alastair's hand that was at his side clenched tightly. "Your Majesty, say. Did you approve of the crown prince's marriage to the Crystal Lady?"

Silence took over for a moment. King Izaikhel stopped writing and put aside all the books on the table. His eyes continued to stare at Alastair.

"Let me ask. Do you have the right to voice your disapproval?"

"You intend to make him a son-in-law so that the support of the noble family of Thompsville and the half of Brighton falls to the crown prince, right. You think the crown prince deserves to be the next king?"

King Izaikhel squatted his handkerchief into the shape of a lump of paper. "Shut your mouth!"

"Open your eyes and see the truth. Your son always creates problems without even resolving his own actions. Troubles others, but dreams of becoming a ruler. Your Majesty, ask your own conscience. Does your son deserve to be king?"

Your son deserves to be king.

Hearing Alastair's words made the king feel slapped. As hard as he tried, his son would never be able to match the strength and power of the Grand Duke. Their lives were different, and the way they grew was like heaven and earth.

Evandre always got whatever he wanted from childhood, priceless treasure was just a toy, all his will would be granted with a single flick of a finger.

By Alastair ... His nephew's life was quite heavy. Izaikhel knew he was very sinful when he kicked Alastair out of the royal family, right on the day of his mother's death and became a kara. Sending him to every battlefield to die naturally, but miraculously Alastair can still survive until now.

"Whatever happens, never dare you raise your sword to injure my son!"

King Izaikhel pinched his forehead, recalling the past. He could not touch Alastair even to the tip of a fingernail because before being beheaded, Isabelle gave the last wish to him.

As a man, keeping promises is a duty.

Especially for someone who is willing to be his scapegoat, the affair.

"Your Majesty." The king's men approached. "Marquis Thompsville is out, His Lordship wants to meet you."

"That's right," muttered King Izaikhel satisfied. "Wait a minute, get him in."

"Now we'll see. Between my son or you, who would Marquis Thompsville choose as a son-in-law" he said triumphantly but again, Alastair only responded casually.

The topaz man smiled slantedly. Yeah, we'll see.