The Atrocious Duke'S Wife
Chapter 57: False Master
THIS WORK IS FICTION. NAMES, CHARACTERS, EVENTS, PLACES, ARE JUST A DELUSION. PLEASE READERS BE WISE IN RESPONDING.
"May I get one request?" ask the woman.
"By pleasure, what is your request?"
This blonde woman moved and brought her lips closer to the man's ears.
"Can you accuse Cassandra of being the mastermind behind the assassination of His Majesty the King?"
The black-robed man was surprised. But he quickly calmed down and said.
"You sure? You won't regret it?" The man made sure. Actually, the man did not want to kill someone who was meant by the woman.
Because he also does not hate the figure. And that figure had absolutely no problem with him.
But if this is the request of the woman he loves, then he will be happy to fulfill it.
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"Where is he? It suddenly disappeared without a trace," muttered a man with its sky-blue netra.
For a long time the woman he was looking for left, but until now has not returned and showed the trunk of his nose.
Many of the footprints he created and left on the slippery and smooth floor of the palace, but still did not find the slightest trace of the woman.
"Oh, greetings Duke Floniouse. What the hell are you doing?"
It appears that a girl passed the man, so the man immediately saluted when he saw who the girl was.
"Greetings Her Highness the Princess. I'm looking for my wife's whereabouts, have you seen her?" tanyakanya.
The princess named Veronica looked a little confused. "So Cassandra told me she wanted to see you, if you're here now, then where is she?"
The girl who had a black mane as dark as that night raised her rhythmically colored eyebrows, with her hand supporting her chin.
The man was silent, looking calm from the outside. But not from within. Although this seems excessive, but he is currently really anxious about the existence of his wife.
Because his wife sometimes likes to be reckless when doing something.
"Maybe Cassandra just got lost. You'd better go back to look for her, "suggested the princess.
Breath blows from the man's peach lips. "alright. Sorry to interrupt your time, Your Majesty. Then, I'll resign."
Arlen bowed his head greeting the daughter of Veronica, then rushed back to find the wife.
Time went back and passed, until unknowingly the night was getting late.
Until now the woman has not been found, making the man more frustrated.
Until finally, something strange happened. The other nobles began to look at him carefully while whispering, and the atmosphere was gripping.
What happened to this sudden change of mood?
A brown disemboweled man came to him in a hurry and haste.
"What's up, Count?" ask Arlen a little, confused.
"Duke, there's something I have to say. And. not here" Count Beronald said.
Arlen seemed to understand immediately nodded, then followed where Count Beronald would take him.
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"What's up, Count? It seems very important" said the blond man.
"It's actually about Cassie-m-I mean about Duchess Floniouse" Frost replied.
Arlen was silent with his hands folded in front of his chest, but Frost knew very well that the man was waiting for the next sentence he was about to throw.
"Actually... His Majesty the King..," said Frost hanging his sentence. The man seemed hesitant to continue.
"His Majesty the King has been killed."
This blond man rounded his eyes. "How come? A King was killed suddenly, is the security of this palace very incompetent?"
Frost clasped both of his palms, even the Count's jawbone was printed clearly due to the shrouded emotions.
"That's not really the problem, Duke," Frost said.
Arlen was a little confused and annoyed because Frost seemed to be rambling and all his words sounded ambiguous.
"Then what?"
Frost gnashed his teeth with frowning brows. Even his fingernails had turned white due to the strength he had channeled in his palms.
Even if he doesn't want to believe it, he still has to. Even if he doesn't want to say it, he has to.
"The Duchess is the killer."
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"What... should I kill you now, Duchess?"
His voice sounded deadly with an accompanying sneer. The tip of his flat and sharp dagger was getting closer so I could feel the pain starting to perch in the area of my neck.
"Are you doing all this, Prince?" many of me feel stuck.
"If so, why, Duchess? Are you going to tell everyone?" He spoke calmly but veiled the tone of the threat within.
"Of course, after what you've done, you've got to get the right kind of reply" my hardik looked at him sharply.
I could not believe that the mask of kindness was so thick that I did not realize that there was a very cunning demon behind the mask.
"You can't, Duchess," he sneered at me, making me smile.
"You look down on me too much, Your Majesty," I said and quickly stomped his feet firmly.
I purposely invited him to chat first to let him off guard. It turns out that as I thought, he was indeed off guard.
Therefore I quickly stepped on his foot, and he was surprised that his dagger had slipped from his grasp.
"Akh!"
The dagger fell to the ground, I quickly picked it up and pointed it.
"You're off guard, Your Majesty," I sneered. He was silent for a moment, but before long the laughter blared from his mouth.
"Haha! Turns out you were great, too, Duchess. I didn't expect this."
Does he praise or insult me?
"You can't hide from error, Your Majesty," I said with great emphasis.
"Just like the two stupid guys who've been spying on me."
The deg!
It turns out that he knew it all along?! How is this, what should I do?!
Calm down. Calm down Cassandra. Try not to panic.
"Well, you know it, Your Majesty. But what does that have to do with all this? Can you be free of all this?" my reply won't lose.
"Certainly can't. But just think about what I'm gonna do with those two stupid guys and your husband, too" she jolted me.
"I easily killed those two stupid, useless men. After all, he's just a lowly human being who just messed up my plans."
"Don't involve anyone who has absolutely nothing to do with any of this, Your Majesty," I'm upset.
My emotions were desperately from earlier I held back. If I could, I really wanted to punch him in the face right now who was smiling lightly.
"Can. As long as you obey all my orders. And drop the dagger now, Duchess," he said, stressing his final words to me.
"Khh!" I grit my teeth with hardened facial bones, I am completely cornered at the moment.
The prince drew closer to me, then whispered towards me.
"Be the mastermind of this murder, Duchess. If you want those two stupid men and the man you love alive" he whispered.
Do I have to accept it? Do I have to pull out this dagger and stab it right now?
Should I reject it? But can I make that selfish decision? Just for my own safety?
Besides, didn't I myself plunge myself into all this?
So, is it appropriate for others to bear all my mistakes and carelessness?
If I do that, I'm like a shithead who thinks only of himself.
Isn't this a good opportunity too? Maybe this way I can go back to my world?
Is this really the end of the novel? Or is it the end of my own destiny?
It seems, in this way as well.I can release it completely. Maybe this is the right time to let go and disappear from his life.
A bitter smile suddenly appeared on my face. As it turns out, anywhere, I'm still unlucky.
I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly in an attempt to calm myself.
Slowly, I loosened my grip until the sharp dagger fell onto the damp, cold ground.
Both corners of my lips I raised, forming a sweet smile.
"Alright, Prince. I'll do your orders," I said.
The prince looked at me for quite a while with his mysterious gaze, then picked up the dagger that had fallen near me.
Then before long he whispered a few words to me.
"I'm doing this, for the good of this country, Duchess."
No matter what he said, no matter what he meant. Because what I'm thinking about right now is, it's her figure that has always made my life so much more meaningful.
The figure of him who had made my life feel bland was now peppered with pain, struggle, and affection.
Even if I have to suffer in solitude, as long as he remains happy and lives, then I am willing to stay long in the path of suffering.
No matter who she shares her love with, no matter who her heart is anchored to, I will only do one thing.
I will love him, with all that I have.
Although we had to get back separated by two different worlds.
Two worlds that became a chasm for us to reunite.
As long as he can still breathe out in this world, I will willingly give my whole breath for him.
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"Damn it! Unhand me!" the wrath of a man who is like being possessed. Some of the palace guards had been holding him for a long time, yet the man remained undaunted to continue rebelling.
He could not remain silent as the woman he loved with all her breath was handcuffed and forced to walk violently by the palace guards to the dark dungeon chilly.
Actually what happened he did not know at all. How could that woman suddenly become the mastermind of the murder?
How could that woman kill someone with a heart as warm and gentle as the sunlight?
When the woman saw him, she let out a bitter and weak smile which made her even more crazy.
"DORNE! GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF HER, BAJING*N!"
The man was very sorry for not carrying his sword. If he had carried his sword earlier, then he would have easily slashed at everyone who was blocking him at this moment.
"Mr Duke.for now you must-"
"Stop commanding me, lowly! You don't deserve to rule me! Let go of me right now!"
Why... everything suddenly became like this? Why did the situation suddenly become rundown and messy like this?
What exactly is the meaning of all this...?!
"Duke, please calm down." Suddenly a man came in his calm tone.
"QUIETLY?! YOU THINK I'LL CALM DOWN WHEN YOU BRING MY WIFE TO BE TORTURED?!" The blond man could not control his voice and emotions.
He's really fucked up, he's really frustrated. It was as if his life would be ruined right then and there.
"The suspect Duchess is the mastermind of the murder of His Majesty the King, we are currently taking him to a dungeon for questioning" Prince Darren said.
Arlen laughed bitterly, with a slanted smile that symbolized united sadness and anger. "Murder mastermind? Where did you get such a theory, Your Highness the venerable Prince Darren?"
Prince Darren was silent. Everyone who was in that place fell silent, only the sound of a strong wind filled in.
They were so shocked that they were speechless, seeing the ever calm and intimidating Duke Arlen de Floniouse rampaging like crazy before them.
Like a monster who lost something valuable.
"I saw the body of His Majesty the King with a sword piercing his heart. And the Duchess, she's right next to her body" Prince Darren said.
"The Duchess also does not deny that she was not the mastermind of this murder. Therefore we must interrogate about all these events" continued Prince Darren.
Arlen was still faithfully laughing, but before long he fell silent. And hateful gazes adorned his dark sky blue netra.
"Be quiet, bangs*t. Know what you know about my wife?"
"How dare you to His Highness the Prince!" chirp the other nobles who were in that place.
Prince Darren raised his palm into the air telling the noble to remain silent and not interfere.
"I know you can't take all this, Duke. But, everything has happened. And we'll know, the Duchess is guilty or not."
"That's wrong? Killing His Majesty the King?" said Arlen in a low tone that pierced the hearing. "Isn't there any chance that you killed His Majesty?"
The atmosphere in the place began to boisterous, because of the words that fell from Arlen's lips.
"What do you mean, Duke?" prince Darren asked filled with emphasis.
"Aren't you the one who found the body of His Majesty the King? Then how can I be sure that you might accuse and threaten my wife?"
All the blond words of the man again made the nobles and the guards who were among them mutter and express opinions to each other.
But soon after, there was a scream of pain that burst into Arlen's hearing.
The man went back to rage. "Bajing*n you! What did you do to him?!" murkaniah.
"I told you we'd interrogate him" Prince Darren replied calmly.
"Does torture and interrogation mean the same thing to you?!" yell Arlen. "Take me off" he said in a low tone.
Prince Darren was somehow a little scared to see the gaze that the Duke had placed on him. Quickly, he told the bodyguards holding Arlen to release the rampaging man.
Arlen quickly darted to meet his wife. He will not be silent to everyone who has made him the woman he loves so tormented, let go of it.
That man, really has gone crazy and is cruel.
^^I Become Wife of the Atrocious Duke^^^
^^^31 December 2020^^^