The Royal Revenge
Chapter 96: Red Funeral

Chapter 96: Red Funeral

Elys found herself tapping her foot incessantly as she waited for Henry to calm down. Cordelia wasn’t with him as he entered, which made her assume that the maidservant must have been the one who took the horse they rode to the stables.

Just as she had thought of the maidservant, the double doors opened and Cordelia came in. The old woman noticed how Henry had huffed and puffed, seemingly out of breath as he had stupidly dashed into the manor when the horse was yet too far.

The princess stared at the attendant.

He seemed spooked, his eyes turning to see if there were anyone else inside the manor spying on them. Henry then lowered his voice into barely a whisper, beckoned Aleksander closer and spoke inaudibly.

Aleksander jerked backwards, his eyes turning from his silvers to piercing gold. Elys noted on this, as she had been quite curious about the reason behind the shifting of his eye color.

Perhaps the prince would explain if she asked now, considering he had already groveled to ask for her forgiveness, maybe he’d be keen to answer if she asked.

But that question was yet to be pushed aside when Aleksander spoke in response to Henry’s information.

"The king and queen are dead?" he blurted out.

The attendant winced a bit by the words spoken by the prince. It was pretty obvious that Henry wasn’t comfortable talking about it so openly. Beside the old man, Cordelia merely stared with a blank expression.

The bastard prince felt there was a surge of crazy happiness in his heart with knowing the king was dead as well as his trophy of a wife. They had caused him way too much hurt for him to mourn their loss.

But then again, why was he feeling that there was something amiss? He suddenly clutched his shirt where his heart was – a sharp pain had abruptly stabbed through his heart.

Elys saw the face that Aleksander made after he heard the news from Henry.

By the smile in his face and the glimmer in his eyes, the princess assumed Prince Aleksander was very much thrilled by the information Henry had brought with him. Although Elys could have definitely sworn that she saw a glimpse of sadness too.

Had it been the way his mouth twisted for a fraction of a second?

"From whom did you say you have heard of this information, Henry?" the princess turned to the attendant.

"A maid from the palace had returned to the town we were at," Henry replied, "she began screaming her head off about the monarch’s death, and then..." he paused, hesitation to continue creeping in.

"And then what? Speak, Henry," Elys coaxed him.

"And then a knight came riding his horse and swung his sword, effectively decapitating the palace maid that made a ruckus," Cordelia added in without a second to pause like Henry did.

Elys brought her hand to cover her mouth in disbelief. Could it be that the rumors they heard from the pub were true as well?

Had the King Raxus and Queen Zephyrince gone truly mad with the death of their only son?

The princess could only speculate so much. There was only one way to really know the real deal regarding the situation, and that would be to actually get inside the palace and investigate themselves.

"Husband," Elys called out to the prince who was staring blankly at the huge portrait just above the stairs.

The prince didn’t respond to Elys, and she gathered Aleksander was probably deep in thought regarding the situation. Turning back to Henry and Cordelia, the princess instructed the two to go to their quarters first before anything else.

"We will convene to discuss what we are to do next," Elys said to them, "I will talk with the prince first."

Henry would have normally tried to contradict her instructions, but this time around, the attendant seemed to be more wary of his words and actions too.

’Aleksander must have told him I am of royal blood too,’ Princess Elysianne thought to herself.

The attendant excused himself and went off to his room, and Cordelia did so as well. The princess turned around after they have left, and then called out to the prince once more.

"Prince Aleksander, what are your plans?" she asked him. "We are practically fugitives in your own kingdom at the moment, but -"

"Princess," Aleksander interrupted Elys, "do you think the crown would be ready for a bastard?"

Elys was taken aback by Aleksander’s question.

"W-Well," she shook her head to clear up her confused mind, "if the said bastard is ready himself, why not? Wait..."

The princess wrenched the prince from his gaze so she could look at him. Elysianne saw the calculating face that somehow took over Aleksander. She had never seen the prince so deep in thought that he didn’t even bother what was done to him.

On any other day, Aleksander was sure to have burst into a fit if Elys made even the slightest of mistakes to aggravate him. Elys found herself smirking.

’It looks like I’m going to enjoy this new Chapter in my life,’ she thought, ’I guess things do play out the way it should without too much human intervention.’

Noticing Aleksander was still deep in thought and couldn’t be conversed to at the moment, Princess Elysianne grabbed for his hand and tried to drag him to the drawing room where they could plan things out effectively.

"Alright, there are no more ruined portraits to distract you here," Elys said as she pushed Aleksander on a sofa. "Tell me bluntly what you have in mind, husband."

Aleksander didn’t respond, and so Elys slapped him lightly on both cheeks.

The prince rubbed his hand around his temples, "Sorry, did I blank out there?" he asked.

Elys nodded and then sat down.

Prince Aleksander turned to look at Elys and then said, "If the rumors are true, then we will need to prepare our best red dress and suite."

The princess raised a curious brow, "Red dress and suite?"

Prince Aleksander smiled, "Because we will flood the funeral red with the other nobilities blood."

Elys’ jaw dropped – did he just say they were to get rid of the nobilities by killing them?