Kissing Hellfire: Marry Me, Evil Lord
Chapter 106: Bad Penmanship

Chapter 106: Bad Penmanship

"You got another letter wrong, Lauren."

Frowning, Lauren crumpled the paper for the third time and threw it on the floor. While she was writing, Alec kept on glancing at her work while he was busy with a case file.

After wasting three papers, she hadn’t written beyond twenty words yet because Alec’s sharp eye could immediately spot the difference.

Lauren put down the quill and grabbed the glass of milk. Her impatience was burning in her throat that she felt parched.

Halfway through the glass, she put it back on the desk with a loud thud. She eyed Alec sharply.

"You know what, I know you are intentionally making it hard for me. I’m not a forger so how am I supposed to copy how exactly you write your every letter?"

His gaze remained on the case file he was busy with.

"I’m afraid that is your problem, not mine. It’s your fault, isn’t it."

Her lips fell apart in disbelief. Was he seriously being hard on her over a case report?

"Right. It’s my fault. But I have apologized and aren’t I trying to make it up for it? You should just let me rewrite this without copying your handwriting. The council chief won’t mind for sure."

"Lionel knows my handwriting. He wants the high-profile case reports to be written by the senior members," he replied.

She rolled her eyes. "So what? You can tell him I wrote it for you. Are you scared of getting scolded by that old man? You are going to be the king very soon, so you shouldn’t be."

She pulled another paper and picked up the quill. She started rewriting the case report without minding if it looked the same as the original.

"It’s midnight. I’m already sleepy and here you are making things hard for me. Aren’t you a doting husband," she muttered with a sarcastic tone.

Before she could continue writing the next word, Alec grabbed the quill from her hand.

"What? Feeling guilty of putting your beloved wife in a difficult situation?" She smirked at him when he pulled the paper and the inkwell.

"Why would I feel an ounce of guilt when it’s your fault?" He raised his brow at her with dark mischief in his eyes. "I also don’t like your handwriting. Your strokes are a bit rough and lack elegance. Perhaps you did not learn enough from your governess."

Lauren looked at him in awe. Did he just criticize her handwriting?

But well... she had to admit, her strokes were indeed a bit unladylike compared to Alec’s elegant ones. How did he even manage to have such nice penmanship?

"You must have improved your penmanship over those years of writing case reports for the council. After all, councilmen should meticulously write their reports for the sake of clarity and conciseness. However, on my end, I don’t have to write things every day so it isn’t a necessary skill."

"What can I say, a pretty good excuse for bad penmanship." His lips tugged a bit, throwing her a glance in the middle of writing the report.

"Excuse?" She scoffed. "Why are you even criticizing a lady’s penmanship anyway? How ungentlemanly of you, Prince Alec."

She left him on his desk to go to bed. It was past midnight and she couldn’t cope with his vampire energy. Mages were just like humans with mundane needs, only that mages could do wonders using spells and aged differently.

The next morning, Lauren woke up without Alec in the room. When she went downstairs, her eyes narrowed at the servants gathered in the front yard of the castle.

She went out to see what the commotion was all about.

Seeing her coming, the servants scurried away. When they were out of her sight, she saw Alec and some royal guards looking at the ground.

She traced their gazes until her eyes fell on the burnt body on the ground.

The guards stepped back to give her way.

She was about to ask who it was when she saw the man’s chest and the inked dragon on it that was now deformed.

No way..

She looked at the proportions of the man’s body, its height, its build... then she froze.

"I am not in the place to say this, but I believe it is His Majesty, the King, Your Highness," the head guard said as he was one of the oldest guards in the castle who knew well what the King’s body looked like and knew about the inked dragon on his chest.

Lauren’s face turned grim. Did her bastard of a father just die like that?

"Send the body to the royal laboratory and ask for the council doctor to check if it’s really King Martin," Alec ordered.

The guards were about to pick up the body when Queen Thalia who just got off her bed came running outside the castle.

"Move away! Move!" She yelled at the servants on her way. She was panting when she stopped in front of the burnt body.

Thalia’s eyes widened in horror when she saw the ink on the man’s chest. Its face was severely burnt beyond recognition but the tattoo of a dragon was exactly the same as the King had. She knew her husband’s body the best so when she saw it, her knees fell to the ground.

People who did not know Thalia’s nature would think that she was a loving wife utterly devastated by her husband’s death, but in truth, in Thalia’s mind, she was horrified by the thought of Alec and Lauren ruling the kingdom now that Martin was dead. She might still have the status as the Queen Dowager but with the feud between her and Lauren, for sure it wouldn’t stay that way for long.

Thalia rose from the ground and bared her teeth as she pointed at Lauren.

"You killed him! You killed him, didn’t you?!"

Lauren just stared at Thalia’s livid face with a stoic expression as if she was spitting nonsense.

In her anger, Thalia was about to slap Lauren but with one lift of Alec’s finger and two guards gripped her elbows, putting her in place.

"The King’s death agitated the Queen. Bring her to her chamber and lock her doors so no one would disturb her rest," Lauren said coldly.

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