All Chapters of A Game Of Chess: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CallistoArthur was making a big issue over the persecution of two humans who were very much dispensable.He was a king material but he was still an emotionally deprived child much like August who clothed his decently.To rule, a few blood must be shed. I cannot think of any king whose reign, the blood of innocents and guilty wasn't shed but I was patient.I was patient but I wouldn't let Arthur's protest stop me in anyway.I hated being kept in suspense. I desired to know what was happening but because some man with a paper showing he could play doctor, I was kept away to rest.I needed to see August, Gwen needed to see me. "Humans are really becoming too dependant these days." I whispered as I nibbed on my finger.The door opened quietly and my surprise was to see father-in-law making his ever first private appearance to me.My hand went underneath my pillow, touching the knife I kept hi

Something interesting had happened. Something that had the whole palace in utter panic.The king was murdered last night.The shock I was to wake up in the arms of my husband and hear that the king was murdered.August swore he had no hand in it and I believed him but who else wanted the king dead except I; well to the best of my knowledge.I ran quickly to catch up with the meeting but I was temporary delayed by some personal matters.I pushed the doors and a questionable silence broke as all eyes went on me before I walked confidently to my husband's side.I placed a chaste kiss on his cheeks before I sat down at the round table with members of the council as well."As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted..." Father paused as his eyes went towards me while I glared at him. "The king was poisoned by a suspicious woman who fled his corners before he was found. The problem is no one knows where she has gone."

I wanted to see Arthur, I wanted to know if he was alright but he was under house arrest and the only time we saw was for meals and when they are escorting him.Luckily Alexander and I has been buying time for the case since the evidence to convict Arthur is small but solid.Apparently Arthur had slept with the whore who had his father killed a night before his father’s death. His alibi wasn’t strong enough with barely witnesses or anyone bold enough to defend him.They also claim that they found the prostitute but she had killed herself before they could locate her with nothing but a half written to Arthur saying she did it for him. It was a tough nut to crack especially since Arthur had slept with her. I was infuriated with the idea but his punishment for that can come after we have dealt with the bigger picture…finding a new scapegoat.

Everyone was putting in a lot of strength with the war at hand.With what had happened with Alfred, everyone was now cautious around each other and since I broke down in tears, August didn’t have me involved in court issues.I was forced to rest until I felt better and August did everything to make me happy because he felt that I was depressed and upset.I sighed as I closed the book before I stood up and opened the doors to the balcony.The sight of people running, whispers here and there, insecurity everywhere had me a little restless before I decided to take my presence to the palace royal garden.I bit down on some biscuits as I read a classic in the only place that had my mind at peace.The sound of footsteps heading towards me, interrupted as I looked up and dropped the sweets.&ld

I ate my breakfast quietly as I went through the statistics of the war at hand and made some notes on how things would be handled.It’s been two months since I woke up and conclusions were I and August were attacked by a spy from Leone and I was grateful Arthur didn’t have anyone questioning me.I was deep into my work when nauseous sudden hit me.I covered my mouth as the feeling went back before it built up again with more strength but didn’t escape my lips. This feeling had my chest burning like I had eaten fats.Now that I think about it, I haven’t bleed since I woke up and I was intolerant to food I tolerated plus my unusual craving for oily food.It couldn’t be that I was… pregnant?My hand went to my stomach as I wondered how I would tell Arthur I was with his child