Sleeping Beauty Wants The Throne
55. Two People Who No Longer Match

Once again, Evandre stared doubtfully at the cigarette he was carrying. The gold-encrusted box looks very elegant, but is very deadly if sucked constantly.

No, Evandre should not hesitate. If the father's answer proves to disappoint him, then Evandre is not reluctant to kill him tonight.

"Where is His Majesty?"

"He was inside with Lady Clausie" answered the servant standing at the door of the king's room.

Ah, it turns out that the man was with his concubine.

"Tell him that I want to face."

The servant nodded respectfully then turned around and entered the contest of the king who was with his concubine. Ah, errata. Beloved concubine.

"Please come in, Your Highness."

Evandre entered the room. Two adults were sitting on one of the chairs around a round table placed on the balcony of the room. The king only glanced at her for a moment while Lady Clausie, the woman actually smiled gently when she saw her presence. With a graceful gesture, the woman waved towards Evandre.

"Crown Prince, come here and drink wine with us."

Evandre put on a fake smile. He hated Lady Clausie, just because she had always been so pretentious that she managed to win the king's heart. It just so happened that Evandre wanted to kill the king and the hated lady was before him.

All of these events ... Evandre can hand over all the charges to the fourth concubine, right?

"I'm not drinking for tonight" he subtly refused and approached the two men. "It seems like my arrival was too rushed. If father and mother are busy, then—"

"Oh, no. Our business is done." Lady Clausie gives a spoiled wink towards her husband. "It is not good to postpone work especially when it comes to our country. Then I'll take my leave."

"You're leaving too soon, Clau." King Izaikhel gently gripped his palm until the woman chuckled.

"If your business is done, you can come to me at any time."

"alright. Go to bed first, hm. I'll be right up to it."

"As you command, Your Majesty." Lady Clausie gave a light kiss on the king's cheek and left the contest.

"I see you love that woman more than you love your mother, don't you?" asked Evandre and then laughed.

"of course. She is young and beautiful, there are no defects in her body," Izaikhel replied shamelessly. "Why is the night so late like this you're here?"

Evandre did not care at all who Izaikhel would spend the night with. No matter at all. But regarding the results of the king's decree handed down today, Evandre was looking forward to it.

"How did it go?"

Izaikhel did not answer. He understood where his first son was going. The man who was no longer young chose to take the cup of wine available in front of him and drink the contents up to the toilet.

"Your request cannot be fulfilled. Grand Duke proposed to her first."

Hearing Izaikhel's answer as if without a burden, Evandre secretly gripped the cigarette box that was on his lap.

"Crown Prince, where is your consecration?" ask Izaikhel coldly. "I've worked my ass off helping you but this is exactly what I got. If you forget, you're insulting the king of Sormenia!"

Evandre immediately knelt down with his head bowed. "Your sons are wrong. I'm begging your forgiveness and compassion, Your Majesty."

"After this I just apologized?" Izaikhel narrowed his eyes and smiled cynically. "I don't want to accept your apology. Grand Duke was right, you're not ready to assume the duties of the next king."

"Dad ...."

"I will again make the Grand Duke of Brighton crown prince. This time, I won't help you. Crawl alone until you deserve the highest seat!"

Actually making Alastair as the next king is just a threat. Izaikhel certainly did not really want to make Derrick's son as king. He only pressured Evandre so that his son would not depend on him anymore.

However, making Alastair as the next crown prince is certainly not a joke. Izaikhel wanted the Grand Duke to temporarily stay in the palace so that the influential man could still control him. As Izaikhel grew more and more worried, Alastair was already too far from his reach. It did not rule out that the man had turned his back on the royal family and received much attention from the people of Sormenia more than Evandre himself.

Evandre's face hardened. He could not believe that the king would actually overthrow him, just as the Grand Duke had said. The king did not believe it. And again, as the Grand Duke said, he will get his right back as crown prince.

Evandre was successfully provoked. And the king was so worried that the two men crossed now. They are no longer on the same road.

And their split was formed thanks to the ingenuity of the Grand Duke of Brighton.

Evandre's decision is already unanimous. No kidding, tonight Izaikhel must die.

"I see," answered Evandre briefly after a long period of inaction.

King Izaikhel heaved a sigh of relief. He thought his son had understood his purpose without having to explain one by one. "Goodoo. I just want the best for our country."

"Rather than dizzy thinking about the throne, what if we had a little fun?" evandre said, shifting the subject.

"Today I received a gift from the Authrine Kingdom. My arrival here also intends to hand this gift over to you." Evandre took out a box of cigarettes he had brought before and placed the thing on the table.

The king's eyebrows swooped. His eyes glanced at the thing that Evandre was carrying with an astonished look. "Be careful with Authrine, Vandre. They're enemies because they're from the barbarians, not our allies. Besides, what are you carrying."

"Wouldn't it be better to establish relations with the whole kingdom. That way the level of war that we experience will decrease" explained Evandre as he opened the gold box. "This is the cigarette of tobacco of choice, Your Majesty. It only exists in Authrine and its production is also spelled out very little."

Izaikhel stared at the box and Evandre alternately. Without a second thought, he grabbed the object and lit the end with fire. Simply helping to lighten the burden that rests on his shoulders even though there is a slight feeling of a shoe in the throat every time the king sucks it.

Evandre secretly picked up a cigarette and opened the contents. The poison was located in the middle, so it was not afraid that the powder would fall down while picking it up. He pretended to take a bottle of Izaikhel wine to drink. When Izaikhel was caught off guard, Evandre put the poison into it so that when tracking later Lady Clausie who brought the wine will be accused of murdering the king.

The smoke from cigarettes is quite unique. It does not smell as stifling as cigarettes but is enough to damage organs if exposed for more than five minutes. Evandre stood up, then bowed respectfully. "It looks like I've blocked dad's sleep. If you'd like, I'd go."

"Ah, yes. Justjust go. After this I want to spend some time with Lady Clausie."

Evandre nodded then walked towards the door. Again he turned his head, making sure the king was sucking his cigarette like an addicted man with a slanted smile on his lips.

"I'm waiting for you tomorrow morning, Your Majesty."