The Royal Revenge
Chapter 210: You Need To Know Something

Chapter 210: You Need To Know Something

Elys turned her head and saw someone she didn’t expect to see in the Rose Palace. The young queen straightened her stand and left Cordelia to the other ladies in waiting’s care. Walking out of the room, Elys closed the doors and folded her arms.

"What do you want, Lady Beatrice? How were you even able to come up here?" she asked.

Her tone was a bit sour, but Elys kept her expression blank and her gaze cold. She was suspicious as to how the noble lady had passed through the knights; her displeasure evident with how her right brow arched in incredulity.

"Did you bribe the knights with something? Perhaps something of personal value?" the young queen added mockingly.

The noble lady clicked her tongue and showed Elys equal contempt. She wasn’t playing around when she went all the way to have a word with the King and Queen.

Unfortunately, Elys was the only one she saw as she entered the Rose Palace.

"Don’t give me that look, Lady Beatrice," Elys sighed, "Weren’t you the one that rejected my offer to be one of my ladies in waiting? How do you even dare to disrespect me like this?"

Cordelia’s door opened just a crack. Even though the other ladies in waiting could hear perfectly well, they still wanted to take a peek at what was happening outside the four corners of the maidservant’s room.

"I have something important to tell you, your majesty, Queen Elysianne," Lady Beatrice said. "But it must only be between me and you, and the King Aleksander if he wishes to join us."

Elys’ brows raised higher than they already have.

"You want me to be alone with you?" the young queen scoffed.

"You aren’t afraid someone who is way down your level could actually kill you, right?" the noble lady said, her voice challenging Elys. "Where was all of those display of power you kept threatening the rest of the nobles with, huh? Because right now, you seemed to be out of it, Queen Elysianne."

Lady Beatrice’s words cut through the young queen. She was challenging her pride, and Elys wasn’t too shameless to back off of a challenge.

She was confident that the noble lady lacked skills that could be life threatening to Elys anyway.

"Fine by me then," the Western Queen said with finality, "Follow me."

Elys turned back to the ladies in waiting who were obviously peeking from the cracks of Cordelia’s door. Her eyes narrowed into thin slits, and Elys shook her head – rubbing her temples in exasperation.

"Ladies, I will leave Cordelia in your care," the young queen said, "Make sure that she is locked within her room."

She started to take one step away when she suddenly remembered one crucial thing.

"Ah, one more thing," she said as she gave the ladies a quick side glance without fully turning, "restrain my maidservant to something sturdier than a metal post."

Elys then continued off to walk out towards the stairs. The Lady Beatrice followed her promptly, leaving her sworn noble ladies in waiting behind.

"S-S-Something stu-sturdier t-than a, a, a, a metal p-post?" Lady Penelope wondered out loud.

"You heard her majesty, Penny," Lady Azalea whispered in her ear, "Best to follow what she instructed us to do."

"Since when were you so diligent with the Queen’s orders, Lady Azalea?" Lady Tabitha asked her. "You have changed drastically over the days we have served the human Queen, have you not?"

The noble lady was clearly teasing her.

"O-O-Of course not! I have stayed the same from the very beginning, Lady Tabitha!" she denied without skipping a beat, her cheeks turning plump and red with embarrassment.

Lady Penelope giggled and commented on her friend, "I-I-I always th-thought I w-w-was the o-only one w-who stutters. I-It s-s-seems that, that, that Z-Zale does the s-same."

Lady Tabitha rolled her eyes and closed the door fully. She pulled Lady Azalea and Lady Penelope back to the bed where Elys laid Cordelia.

"Now shall we start to restrain this human maidservant just as what her majesty asked?" the noble lady in waiting suggested.

Lady Azalea never would have thought the day would come that she would tend to another human being. Elys was an exception as she had married a prince – despite being the bastard – who rose to the throne and made her queen.

Cordelia was much lower than Elys’ ladies in waiting. All more to the fact that she was a human and not just because she was a maidservant.

It would not have mattered, but she was a human with no status to her name in the Western Kingdom. To the noble vampires who were tasked to look out for her, Cordelia was someone they wanted to leave as soon as they were done with her.

"Let’s go," Lady Azalea agreed, willing herself to disregard the lady’s comment of her just a few moments ago.

After the three of them found something that was enough to restrain the maidservant, the three ladies in waiting proceeded to return to their rooms as they waited for the Queen to return to her chambers. By then, they should get back to their usual things.

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"What do you want, Lady Beatrice?" Elys said as she sat down on a comfortable chair.

She would have preferred to sit down and talk in her private garden, but it was raining outside and Elys didn’t want to get wet at the moment. She led Lady Beatrice in one of the private rooms below the royal chambers, and the noble lady just stood without a word uttered.

Not until the doors were closed shut, that is.

"Don’t you think the King Aleksander would have wanted to hear what I have to say as well?" she asked the young queen.

Elys’ veins popped out of her temples as she recalled the last interaction she had with her husband. Lady Beatrice wasn’t blind not to notice, and she decided it would not hurt to have a bit of fun.

"Have the two of you have a falling out or something, your majesty, Queen Elysianne?" Lady Beatrice asked.

The young queen clicked her tongue and then suddenly stood up from her chair. She paced three steps to her right, and then reached out to grab another sword.

This time around, the sword wasn’t entirely just for decorative purposes – it was actually a real sword with a sharp edge for killing.

She only wanted to intimidate the shameless noble lady, but Elys wouldn’t even turn a blind eye and forgive her if she ever thought of doing or saying anything that might come off as an attack to her.

Elys was ready to kill and dispose of her instantly.

"It is none of your business what happens between me and my husband, your king," Elys said, obviously trying to avoid giving out much details about her reaction to Lady Beatrice’s question.

"Is it truly not, your majesty?" she asked again, "Alright then, suit yourself."

The noble lady started to walk leisurely inside the spacious room that Elys had led her into.

"Speak what you wanted to relay," Elys snapped at her, "I don’t have all the time in the world for you."

Lady Beatrice scoffed, "Pretty impatient you are, Queen Elysianne."

"It depends on who I am speaking with," the young queen waved a disinterested hand, "You have given me enough reasons to dislike you when you decided not to accept my offer to be a lady in waiting under me."

The noble lady stopped pacing around the room and faced Elys directly. Her gaze was serious, if not condescending.

’How dare she look at me like we are equals – more so like she is above me? I am the Queen of this wretched kingdom, dammit!’ Elys thought to herself.

Her fists turned into tight balls. Her nails dug into her palm and Elys could feel them slowly sinking deeper every second she held off the momentary staring contest she and the noble vampire was engaged into.

"Queen Elysianne, there is something that you need to know about the recent developments within the kingdom," Lady Beatrice said, "most especially with the vampire clergy, and that of the Eastern Kingdom."

Elys’ brows formed a tight bridge in the middle as she listened in on what the vampire had to say. She did not want to react immediately as it seemed like Lady Beatrice had more to say about it.

"Go on," Elys told her. "I am listening now."

Lady Beatrice cleared her throat and continued, "According to a trusted informant, contrary to what you might have thought of upon discovering Priest Mora’s betrayal, it wasn’t the High Priestess who ordered him to make contact with the Eastern Kingdom."

"How sure are you of this information you have gathered, Lady Beatrice?" Elys asked her. "To whom did you receive such reliable information?

"It doesn’t matter, your majesty," Lady Beatrice said. "I have my connections. And even though I have rejected your offer once, doesn’t mean I don’t regret it."

Elys’ eyes widened as she heard Lady Beatrice words next.