The Royal Revenge
Chapter 114: The Late Queen’s Lady in Waiting

Chapter 114: The Late Queen’s Lady in Waiting

Elysianne’s spell illuminated the dark tower, and the face of their perpetrator instantly came to light. The young king’s face twisted when he recognized who the assassin was.

He had been right to keep his wife by his side after all.

The young king thrusted his hand forward. He grabbed a hissing woman and disarmed her, letting several star shaped blades clank to the cold floor. Aleksander expertly twisted her hand away from him until he had both her wrists restricted in a tight lock.

"Lady Catalina," Aleksander hissed her name. "Who else is working with you? Where are they now?"

He immediately interrogated the woman, his grip tightening with every word he spoke. Aleksander restrained the woman with her hands to her back. She was far smaller than him, and the young king had to lean forward so he could speak to her ears.

His breath touched the sides of her cheeks, and the woman bit her lips and shivered in utter revulsion.

"You and your disgusting wife are not deserving of the throne!" the assassin yelled as she was ultimately discovered.

She writhed as she struggled to escape the young king’s clutches. To her dismay, Aleksander’s grip was far stronger than hers through the years of physical training.

Aleksander made every inch of his body a weapon, and his clutch was a death trap to those who were unlucky enough to weaker than him.

"How insolent!" Aleksander’s voice rose in anger. "Wouldn’t it have been convenient for a lady in waiting to slip into the queen’s bedchamber and try to eliminate my queen," he scoffed.

"Who is this, Aleksander?" Elys asked as her eyes darted to the other sides of the tower.

She didn’t want to let her guard down in the case that the woman who attacked them had accomplices hidden somewhere.

Elys kept herself vigilant.

There seemed to be no one else in the tower right now, but that was the thing with assassins – they literally know how to hide their presence in plain sight.

"Wife, meet the late trophy queen’s most loyal lady in waiting, Lady Catalina li Tezanierre," Aleksander introduced the woman. "I should have ordered pests like you dragged out of my palace the minute I sat on the throne, entirely my mistake."

"You shall not dare to speak the Queen’s name with disrespect, you filthy bastard!" the vampire spat at him.

"Woman, you haven’t answered my question," Aleksander scowled. "Haven’t I announced it already that whoever dares to defy me and my queen will experience excruciating consequences?"

"I dare not to bow down and answer to someone undeserving of to rule this kingdom," Lady Catalina hissed.

He grabbed her hair and lifted her head to face Elys, and the vampire bared her fangs at the new queen she didn’t want to acknowledge. Elys glared back at the vampire, picked up a fallen blade and sent it flying towards her shoulder.

"AHHH!!!" Lady Catalina shrieked in pain as her own weapon dug into her skin. "You bitch! How dare you take the seat where the finest vampire queen sat upon? You are nothing -"

"But a disgusting human slave, blah, blah, blah," Elys cut her off, "I have heard you haughty vampires say this like it’s a litany. Don’t you have any other scripts that aren’t as boring?"

Aleksander smirked at his wife’s sassiness. He leaned again and spoke into their assassin’s ears, "My beautiful wife does not fancy your generic speeches, why not speak something original?"

"Let me go!" the woman shrieked. "Get your cursed hands off of me!"

"Oh, do you really think we’d let you go after your obvious attempt for our lives?" Elys crossed her arms. "What a pathetic thing to ask. No wonder you weren’t successful with killing us, you aren’t skilled enough to handle such tasks."

The lady in waiting wrestled her way out, but Aleksander was far too strong for her. He held both of Lady Catalina’s wrists with one hand, and then grabbed her face with the other.

"Are you going to chose death or are you going to spill who your accomplices are?" the young king gave her one final chance to answer him.

Lady Catalina spat at Aleksander’s face.

"We are never going to acknowledge you as our king," she hissed at him.

’We?’ Elys thought, ’So she is definitely not operating alone. As expected, Aleksander immediately amassed several enemies the moment he seized the throne through force.’

Lady Catalina’s act of defiance sealed the doors to Aleksander’s nearly non-existent patience. He had tried as much as he could to follow his wife’s advices to keep calm and think things through before doing anything, but the assassin was testing him, and he knew he was miserably failing.

Something in Aleksander instantly snapped as the icky consistency of Lady Catalina’s spit touched his cheeks. He wiped it off with the sleeve of his shirt.

"Ah, you have done it now," he muttered under his voice.

Elys saw Aleksander smile, but there was something darker and more sinister hidden behind such a beautiful expression.

He wasn’t smiling because he was amused – he was smiling because finally he found a tiny bit of reason to kill the vampire he had in his hands.

The young king might have looked calm with a smile plastered to his handsome face, but the sarcasm and bloodlust were undeniably spilling like a dam had been broken.

King Aleksander pulled the lady in waiting to face him, and she let out a surprised gasp as their eyes met. Lady Catalina immediately went limp. Drool dripped from the side of her mouth, and a blank look overcame her eyes.

Somehow, Elys thought it was far too eerie. Compared to the usual screams of pain Aleksander’s visions could cause his targets, Lady Cataline seemed to be too placid.

What exactly did Aleksander do to the lady in waiting?

Elys’ husband released the lady in waiting. His golden eyes glowed in the dark, and somehow it reminded Elys how dangerous Aleksander could get if he just puts his mind into it.

She let out a soft smirk, to which made Aleksander turn towards her, his eyes piercing through the darkness.