Sleeping Beauty Wants The Throne
54. Win Telak

"I permit to face, may the King of Sormenia live another thousand years!"

The room was taken over by silence. All the servants were told to leave the place. Only three people remain. The king, Grand Duke of Brighton, and also regent of the Crystal Lady, Marquis of Thompsville.

"Are you coming here soon because of the decree I just issued, Marquis?"

The marquis bent his knees over the cold floor. Subjecting respect, he then replied, "Your estimate is correct, Your Majesty."

"In that case, who are you on. My son or the Grand Duke?" ask again, right on target. "Ah, or may Marquis Thompsville not understand what I mean?"

King Izaikhel glanced at the Grand Duke who stood not far from Marquis Thompsville. Strangely, however, he found no threatened expression from the number one man in Brighton. Alastair actually seemed to enjoy the interesting spectacle presented in front of him.

From the nature of de Cera, Alastair already knew how this impromptu trial would end.

"No, Your Grace. Previously I had already known the relationship between the Grand Duke and my second daughter. I'm just surprised by your decree that so suddenly appeared this morning" he replied honestly. The amethyst bead inherited by the Odyssey was now staring at the Grand Duke with a gaze that was hard to decipher.

Secretly King Izaikhel clutched tightly onto the handle of his chair. Damn, if Marquis Thompsville already knew the relationship of Odyssey with his nephew, actually where did Alastair dare to move?

"Marquis Thompsville, I know you're a very adept man in royal law." He played a pen, looking at the Marquis sharply. "Have you forgotten what the punishment is for one who dares to ignore the King's decree?"

Marquis Thompsville was silent. He is being pressed. But back to the words of the king, the people of de Cera are famous in terms of law. Therefore, as much as possible he will arrange the marriage of Odyssey as the law has been written.

"I know very well, Your Majesty."

King Izaikhel propped his right leg up on his left foot, smiling haughtily. "Yes, I hope your answer will satisfy me."

"However, earlier I apologized for not being able to answer as you wish."

The look on his face changed. "What do you mean, Marquis."

"Grand Duke has come first to propose to de Cera's second daughter" he replied honestly. "As in Sormenia's law, if one of the spouses to be married turns out to have another proposal, then even the king's decree will not be able to prevent it."

King Izaikhel's expression was still calm but below, his hands clenched tightly. Again, Alastair foils his plans. Wh why? Why is it like this?!

From the beginning, King Izaikhel had hated Alastair since the boy did not know himself was still in his mother's arms. His existence brings Izaikhel back to reality, Isabelle is his sister's wife and Izaikhel can confirm that Alastair is indeed Derrick's son.

They have the same nature. Really sneaky.

He wanted to kill Alastair a long time ago. After the deaths of Derrick and Isabelle, Izaikhel often saw faint flashes depicting the grudges of his nephew's dark bead.

Now King Izaikhel is sorry. Ah, he should have killed Alastair since he was a child so that everything would not be difficult. This young man was Evandre's biggest threat. The voice of the people dominated his name, and the king was worried that at some point Alastair would swing his sword to eradicate the members of the royal family one by one.

And as it is today. King Izaikhel knew that Alastair's initial movement began by shutting down all accesses that could potentially strengthen Evandre's standing.

"What if the crown prince marries my first daughter, Your Majesty?"

Izaikhel's daydream has stopped. His suddenly violent eyes were staring back at the Marquis.

"Sorry, Marquis Thompsville. Not to demean you. Lady Athene is famous for her talent that is good at embroidering and beautifying themselves. But his image in the public eye is quite bad." The king breathed. "What if I order the Chief of the left-wing army to marry your daughter?"

"Now you can go."

Marquis Thompsville. "Thank you for your generosity, Your Majesty." He turned to look at the Grand Duke. "It's an honor to meet you here, Your Grace."

As ordered, Marquis Thompsville finally lifted his foot from the gripping room. After the door was closed, Alastair showed an amused grin.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. But I'm faster one day than your edict."

"You feel like you've won, Grand Duke?"

"Not yet, but will." Alastair stood with his left hand resting on the king's desk. "The real game "will begin. Please Your Majesty get ready."

"There are still many ways I can go. You're a young man, no match for me at all." King Izaikhel countered him fiercely. "Take the woman. I don't care anymore."

"Age is not a problem if I can match you. What is no match for me is the Crown Prince. Just a suggestion, next time he has a lot to learn." Alastair said it lightly. There was no fear behind his eyes that always radiated satisfaction. "The final result will be a decisive time. Who will survive longer, you or me?"

"out. Let me alone."

Alastair felt a landslide win. Still smiling widely, he bowed respectfully and walked out of the room, following Marquis Thompsville, who was waiting for him outside. He seemed to be standing not far from the door.

"How about, Your Grace?"

Alastair nodded. "There's no problem. His Majesty might just be so exhausted that he spoke explosively to you. The rest is safe, you can go back to Thompsville."

"Thank God then." Marquis Thompsville sighed. "Until now the Grand Duke will remain my future daughter-in-law. No matter who the enemy is, Thompsville and Brighton's relationship must remain united through your marriage."

Alastair quietly sighed. Huh, you little sycophant. If not Luz's legal guardian, he would not want to chat casually or mince words with this middle-aged man.

"This afternoon my gift will arrive at your manor house. I hope the Marquis likes it."

Marquis Thompsville retracted the corner of his lips, forming a wide smile. "Lady Odyssey is lucky to have your future husband!"

He said the de Cera family was a law-abiding family.

In fact? Not particularly. Struggled with precious treasure chests, which human faith will not waver.

And that's how Alastair kept Marquis Thompsville's voice behind him. Every day, no matter how many jewels were sent to Thompsville, the old man and his wife always greeted him with adoration.

Now the de Cera family's loyalty is slowly shifting. From Ochonner —the next Thompsville Marquis Candidate— who always stands next to the Grand Duke.

Followed by Marquis Thompsville himself who glares at the wealth of prospective daughters-in-law.

Your Majesty, who told you to ignore this important family before?

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The Luz is fixed first yes, readers. Gaada scene uwu-uwu until the next episode🙈