Sleeping Beauty Wants The Throne
56. News of the Grief in Sormenia

Cornelius, who would usually be relaxed in the face of every problem, now stepped his feet wide towards the training field. The manic memonitori all over. After finding Evandre who was practicing swords with one of the generals, without waiting for long the man immediately approached him.

"Your Highness."

Hearing the call, Evandre immediately turned his head. He waved a sign that training was temporarily halted and his opponent —sang general nodded.

"Is there anything that's really important until you're in such a hurry?"

"Difficult to express. But, Your Highness .. this morning His Majesty was found lifeless by servants who used to help him clean up."

"What do you mean, who did it?!"

"undiscovered. Now that you are the next leader, please give me the order," said Cornelius riled. Who dares to kill the king, he will not hesitate to torture him to the satisfaction.

"This is my first commandment." Evandre looked at his subordinate. Demoniacal. "Capture the last man with His Majesty the King."

"But the last person with His Majesty was Lady Clausie, his favorite concubine," replied Cornelius doubtfully. "Do we have to interrogate him before we catch him?"

"Justice is justice. No matter the perpetrators of men or women, everything must still be punished!"

"Okay, Your Highness."

"Prepare the hanging pole. Tomorrow morning we'll execute that cheap woman." In his heart, Evandre cheered happily. "Who knows this?"

"Only a few servants, me, and now you, the crown prince."

"Well, there it is. Immediately spread the news that His Majesty had died after being killed by one of the senior concubines."

A doubtful glint appeared in Cornelius' mind. "But .. isn't Lady Clausie not yet proven guilty. Is it appropriate that we accuse him before there is solid evidence. This incident could have been provided as a trap for him. I hope Your Highness can come to an end before announcing Lady Clausie's sentence in public."

Evandre's expression changed. "You don't trust me anymore, do you?"

Cornelius quickly bowed. "Hamba don't dare!"

"Then quickly do as I say." Evandre shook his hand. "This afternoon, it was me who intervened to uncover the truth from Lady Clausie. That fox woman ... I won't let go!"

Cornelius nodded. "Then I'm gone." After saying this, Coene then rose to his feet, then disappeared between the interconnected hallways of the palace. Leaving Evandre behind along with his victorious laughter.

"After these few days, there's finally some good news I can hear." He chuckles small. "Ah, Lady Clausie. You didn't actually have anything wrong with me, but you just happened to be on the scene. So sorry, this time I asked permission to make you a scapegoat. It doesn't matter, does it?" he said with a vile grin.

Those who are no longer useful must be removed.

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The news of the king's death spread throughout Sormenia like an unobstructed flood. Everyone was mourning, shops were closed and all activities were eliminated. Alastair happened to be in one of his luxury homes, the west mansion. The mansion Luz once wanted and Alastair did intend to give the large building to his future wife.

"Alastair, I heard His Majesty the King is dead. Is that true?"

Alastair nodded. "The story has spread everywhere. Looks like we have to get to the capital to attend His Majesty's funeral."

"Too suddenly. Like something's wrong." Luz rubbed his chin. Tub of interconnected threads, the direct bright spot he got. "What do you think of the Crown Prince?"

"You suspect him?"

"Judging from the many advantages the Crown Prince could obtain after this incident, killing his own father was not impossible."

"My wife is smart. Why are you still standing there? Come and sit beside me." Alastair patted the empty sofa right next to him and the invitation was certainly not Luz wasted.

"Say, Grand Duke. What do you know about this incident?" Luz was sitting next to him. The amethyst bead was again staring with interest at the topic of their conversation.

"Hm, I don't know anything. Aren't we both together, why think about other people's problems?" seductive Alastair then he chuckled amusedly when he found Luz's face was bent sour because he was not satisfied with the answer he gave.

"His Majesty's death is a big deal. The Crown Prince had already dared to act so far. As Brighton's leader, shouldn't you give him a warning?"

Alastair glanced for a moment then smiled faintly. "I'll tell you everything. But you have to meet one condition."

"What's that?"

"After knowing it, please don't even think of turning away from me."

The two couples looked at each other. Alastair tries to convince Luz, while the girl instead tries to dive in the dark bead Alastair which turns out to hold a lot of mystery.

Alastair. The man was like a calm ocean. No one can know how deep he is.

"I know you wouldn't act if no one dared to disturb your composure first."

The words Luz spoke were ambiguous. Alastair nodded, he understood that this white girl had a high sense of trust towards him.

"They're just my dolls, Love. The death of His Majesty through the hands of his own son had been my plan from the very beginning." Alastair sighed. "This is just the beginning. Ever since King Derrick and Queen Isabelle died, they never allowed a single smile to accompany me. The day after the funeral, they impeached me from the post of crown prince. And now having power, let me come and be an angel of death to them. Not just their happiness, their life and their position. All the. I'll take it back."

Alastair watched the girl next to him. "My actions ... You don't think it's wrong, do you?"

Luz held his breath when he found out that behind the death of the number one person in Sormenia turned out to be from the intervention of the Grand Duke. Alastair's life in the past can be said to be turned upside down. From the crown prince who lived in the palace became an ordinary child who lived in a war camp. Lunta-lunta with no one to protect ... Luz himself is not sure if he can survive if he is in the position of a teenage Grand Duke.

"Just do something that calms your heart." Luz scooped up the man's face using both of his clenched palms. "The throne, wealth, and all things that are in the palace are yours as the rightful successor. No need to bother asking permission to take it back."

"Love, you always understand me." Alastair touches Luz's hand framing her face. The man painted a warm smile. "Patience in a moment. On our wedding day, instead of just being queen, you will be the first empress in Sormenia's history."

It was Alastair's promise as a gift to Luz who was willing to accompany him all this time.

He won't mess around. For after Evandre ascended the throne, he would begin his rebellion.