Elora observed the Beta as he walked around. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a wrapped leaf, and handed it to Elora. "We have to act quickly or we will lose everything. Luna is determined to get rid of Freya, but it appears that it is becoming increasingly difficult...meanwhile, she intends to dethrone Arthur if he continues to blow up due of the presence of that lady." Elora examined the leaves. “What are you up to? I do not believe my father has discovered the royal file yet. Don't you think we should lie low until he does?” He shook his head. "I have already discussed it with him. We have to make the most use of our limited time," he said, approaching Elora. "What about murdering Arthur and blaming Freya for his death? That manner, we will be able to solve our two difficulties, and gaining the throne will be easier from here." She sighed. “So, how will it work? Freya is so smart that she can get away with almost anything; she even knows our strategy." His eyes flew wide.
Freya made the decision to return to the palace after she had a lengthy chat with Flarry. She would not want to stay any longer once Arthur went. On her way back, she felt nervous; it appeared like she was losing something, and she felt as if someone was chasing her. She arrived at the palace and chose the easiest approach to the tunnel that would lead her to her chamber. In the process of walking to her room, she observed a maid laying on the floor, but she would not want to walk along the lengthy hallway where everyone would see her. "Is she not feeling well? Why is someone lying next to the well and on the damp floor as well?” Her conscience would not let her ignore the maid, so she walked back and picked her up only to find her lying in a pool of blood. “Moon goddess! What is this all about? Did she kill herself or what?” She pulled her aside so she could see the knife lying on the ground. She narrowed her eyes. “Did she commit suicide? Then I have to meet Arthur, or I will be a
Throughout the rest of the day, Arthur was not himself. He continued thinking about the problem and the possibility that Freya had been charged. The moment in which Freya flung a knife at him raced through his memory, and he tried to think that Freya just held the knife for self-defense and had no other reason. Was he truly a friend or were they plotting something against him? He paused, recalling Flarry's appearance with Freya. The bed was becoming too hot for him, so he rose up and started wandering about with his arms crossed backwards. He wants to believe that Freya is innocent, besides she had friends before coming into the palace, and she is still trying to adjust. “That backway! All of this would not have happened if she had not been through it. I will have to close that way, and anyone who walks through it will suffer harsh penalties." he gnashed his teeth. He exhaled deeply and said, "If she did, her hand was intended to be covered with blood, and the maid already died a lo
It was finally the day that Luna and her conspirators had longed for. The day Freya will be executed. She was carried out of her cell and dressed in a long, ragged robe that made her feel uneasy. Even though she is a rogue, she has not worn such attire for once; Flarry had made sure she looked tidy like the Princess that she was. In order to see the execution, the entire pack assembled outside the palace. After being gently led to the execution site, Freya was restrained to a chair and unable to move. When she realized that Arthur was nowhere to be found and had come to see her die, she knew that he was embarrassed. "You do not even know who I am—I will not be murdered like my parents," she said to Arthur in her mind. Her legs were bound together, so the first thing done was to divide them with a thick rod. All she did was wince silently in pain while people watched. Those pains were way light compared to the ones she passed through when training as an assassin. There are rumors w
When Freya awoke, Arthur was soundly asleep beside her. She carefully got out of bed and slipped out of his room. It was calm around and it was dark, which meant that everyone was sleeping. After taking a quick look at her bandaged wound, she entered her room and took a seat on the bed. She grinned broadly, remembering how everything went according to plan with Flarry in the execution. “They must think that they have finally succeeded, not knowing that I am stronger than they think,” she muttered and heaved a big sigh of relief. A glance at the wall clock, it was past midnight. “I slept for hours? Did I faint or something?" she pursed her lips. While she lay in bed, she started to think back on what Arthur had told her. Everything that came out of his mouth seemed implausible, but given the way he has been treated as King and the nature of his rule, she could come to believe him. She sniffed and crossed her legs together. “His family was killed? And he was not meant to die with the
What scared Freya the most was that his breathing was not steady. Since Luna and the councils had ordered her to stay within the palace for whatever reason, the doctor has not returned yet, and she does not know of any doctor in the area. She was afraid, but not of the councils' fury; rather, she was afraid because she would not want him to pass away that way. She leaned against his room wall and stared at his face, finding it difficult to grin. Tears gathered in her eyes multiple times, but she held them up. "Please get up from there; this is not the time to cry. Once I get the royal file, you may go to hell." she thought and scratched her head. Turning to her left, she saw Elora glaring at her. Was she meant to be angry with her or sympathetic to Alphas' condition? “Looks like she planned it and I ruined it. But why? Didn't she promise to terminate her plans?” Freya gasped and looked away. Elora touched her shoulder with a little smile, striving to concentrate on herself. "Thank
Freya did not leave Arthur's room until midnight. She was beside him, wiping the perspiration from his face and staring at him nonstop. His face was pale, and his pulse and breathing were faint—but she wasn't scared. She believed that the Moon goddess wouldn't let him die just like that. She then remembered that she and Elora had struck a deal regarding the incense pot, and that the only other way to save Arthur would be to find out exactly what he inhaled so that a certain cure could be applied. After scrubbing his body clean, she made the decision to slip into Elora's room that evening. The easiest time to wake her up and force her to hand it over is when she is sleepy. As she approached the doorpost, she turned to look at Arthur. “Poor thing! None of them have checked to see if you are still breathing." She shook her head in sympathy and left the room. She entered Elora's room, shut the door, and went straight to the bed. She drew her up by her arm and made her stand before her,
It was difficult for her to believe that the man she had wanted dead was the seventeen-year-old boy, but would this change anything? She is not sure—not when she did not even recognize her, that means the bond between them is gone...and that is why she will reject him once she is finished with the others. She was lost in thought as she made her way back to the palace. Her leg was too weak to bear the weight of her entire body. All she could think about was how to deal with Arthur so that she did not feel bad on her own. "You will be the last person I kill because you do not recognize me and refuse to give up the throne. So I will take what is mine and make sure you find your way." She stopped and wiped her face. "I will only spare your life if you give up the throne easily and without causing a scene. Otherwise, I will end your life like the others and forget about you completely." She threw the incense pot on the ground, not satisfied with her thought. “But why? Why would you be t