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2020-09-13 17:17:03What was it with stupid, dumb maids, Armand wondered as he made his way to the doors of the palace. If he loved her, he would wait. He scoffed at the sentence, wondering who kept feeding women with all the stupid lies. How special did she think she was? A poor maid with nothing but a beautiful face on her head. Sure, he’d wait. Not because he loved her or any of that nonsense. But because he needed a distraction from Adley’s crazy antics. He had been stupid to think he could have more than want for Arya. She was dumber than he could have ever imagined. No, why earth would he want a woman who probably only thought and talked about nothing but gossip, handsome men, and marriage? She was probably envisioning herself as the next queen of Niveria. She’d even dream of him, tonight.
And to think she had agreed to find a way to get rid of Adley. Armand laughed as he went into his suite. This was going to be interesting to watch. What would an ant like Arya do to the dangerous evil witch Adley who baffled him? Adley who was capable of fighting with Orianna, the queen mother. No one dared to do it. Arya was one stupid woman.
“You seem so happy,” he heard a voice and the lights turned on. Adley. Beautiful Adley with her breasts nearly popping out. “Which one was it this time? Since Ann is gone, you must have set your eyes on another one. Was she good, you jerk?”
She thinks she can get rid of you, so good at comedy. He thought.
“Yes,” he said amidst peals of laughter. “Really good.”
“Whatever,” Adley said and left him in the living area. He knew she probably loved him and it might have hurt her. Imagine a king rejecting you for a maid. That would sting.
But because of her, Ann was dead, somewhere. He still hadn’t figured out how that had happened. He couldn’t allow himself to sympathize with Adley. He had totally forgotten that Ann’s body needed to be found. He would tell someone who could do it without it being ever traced back to him.
He wished the sweet natured Adley from their youth was still alive. Somehow, he could see himself with her free spirited self. She had been his first love, first kiss, the woman who showed him the meaning of love. They had had a blissful moments he thought he would never forget. He remembered that day when his mother insisted he had to break up with her and focus on his kingly duties. After that vacation when his mother had made him join a ‘Gentlemen’s club’. It was composed of privileged men who were players and never cared about women’s feelings. They had taught him women were only good for sex and due to their influence, he ended up cheating on Adley. Orianna convinced him that their love was over as true love was founded on trust and Adley would never forgive him. Why risk hurting her more by telling her the actual truth?
It had hurt him, to tell her that it was over. When she cried, all he wanted was to bring her to his arms and give her a big hug and kiss her hard. But, he hadn’t. Men were not weak like women according to Orianna and the gentlemen’s club. Men did not get confused by feelings and emotions. He had become a man and was no longer the boy Adley loved. Over the years, he had tried not to think about her. He blocked those memories.
Now she was back into his life. If she was anything like the Adley of old, he might have been happy to have her back. This cold, calculating woman was not his Adley and he did not want her in his life. There as already enough toxicity in his life. Another murderer was not a good addition.
King Armand knew his mother had definitely committed murder but he had no evidence to prove it and neither did he know all the people she had murdered. He knew about recent disappearances and people who turned up dead after going against Orianna. She was just doing what royals did everywhere, everything to stop the kingdom from falling into other people’s hands by all means. Even though this was a small island, there needed to be a stiff hand to keep everything in check. That was why he needed a strong queen. Maybe Adley was the one he needed. If she was involved in Ann’s murder, it could have been a means to get her way and his attention. Never underestimate the anger in a scorned woman. Besides, all’s fair in love and war.
He was about to stand up when he remembered is childhood best friend. Kalvin. That was his name. He had been even more important than Adley. Kalvin, who was so much like him, who was so creative and made several games to play. His father had worked in the palace. When he died, his family had moved away.
Armand usually wondered why his mother hadn’t begged Kalvin’s mother to stay, knowing how close the two boys were. Orianna had told him that Kalvin’s family had wanted to grieve away from where there were so many memories.
It was the second time in that week that he thought of Kalvin which was weird. His thoughts of his childhood best friend were usually not that frequent. He’d thought of finding him in the past but had never got around to do it. Now he felt he needed a true friend in his life.
Wouldn’t it be nice, he thought, if they met again and relived the past? He was sure Kalvin’s life had been very different from his privileged one.
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