579 Provoking insecurities- Part 3
"I will be the person who watches your back and helps you accomplish your goals. I know you want to avenge for the past events."
Calhoun's eyes that were closed, opened, and he sat up. He looked at Theodore, "You might get caught and executed. Are you willing to give up your life?" demanded Calhoun.
With Theodore's background and his involvement with the women of the high society, Calhoun wasn't sure how well it would go.
Theodore bowed his head, "I doubt I would be executed that easily. Do you have a plan?" asked Theodore, adjusting the glasses on his face.
Calhoun nodded his head, "There's always a plan."
After a week, when the rays of the sun touched the Hawthrone castle, a piece of news was sent through the parchment scroll with a man in a carriage. The carriage entered the castle gates, making its way to the front of the castle entrance. The coachman jumped down, pulling the door for the magistrate. The man quickly started to walk up the flight of the stairs.
The magistrate was of short stature, and he tried to walk as quickly as he could so that he could deliver the news to King Laurence or Queen Morganna.
When a guard appeared in the front to block his way, the magistrate said, "Tell Tuffin is here on urgent matters and that it cannot wait! It is something related to the kingdom!"
Another guard who heard this went to inform the king, and King Laurence appeared at the corridor's end. "Let him pass," ordered King Laurence to the guard, and the magistrate quickly walked to stand in front of the King and bowed his head.
"Greetings of the day, King Laurence," the magistrate deeply bowed.
"What are you doing here early in the morning, Tuffin? Unable to sleep with your wife?" the King threw a distasteful joke. The magistrate tried to smile, but it didn't stay up on his lips for long. He only hoped news he had brought with him would be taken in the same way by the King of Devon.
The magistrate informed King Laurence, "I have brought a piece of news that has come from the East, milord. It is of absolute urgency that you might want to know," He presented the scroll to the King.
The King raised his eyebrow, not knowing what this pressing matter was, and he snatched the scroll of parchment before opening it so that he could read it. The magistrate had not lifted his head, and when the King read half of it, his eyes lit up in rage.
"What the fuck is this, Tuffin? There's no way the King of the East land could do this!" King Laurence was furious.
"They said that they have been waiting for a long time for the Hawthrone's to produce a male heir, and according to the treaty there hasn't been a male heir to take over the throne. And the treaty has expired. They said with the chances of other Kings trying to take the throne, they would prefer to take it themselves-"
"How dare you!" King Laurence caught hold of Tuffin and pushed him against the wall.
Tuffin flailed his hands, "Milord, it isn't I b-but they who said it," and the King dropped him down, leaving the magistrate coughing.
King Laurence was enraged by the fact that the treaty signed and agreed a few years ago had expired, and the neighbouring kingdom had now sent a message about taking the throne from him. In anger, he picked up the painting that was on the wall and threw it on the floor, leaving the glass to shatter into pieces. The servants who were working nearby stopped their work to see that the King of Devon had gone mad in anger.
Queen Morganna, who was taking a walk in the corridor came across the scene, her eyebrows knitting together, and she walked to where her son was.
"What is going on?" asked Queen Morganna, and all the servants who were around bowed their heads before going back to continue their work.
Even the King greeted his mother before Morganna asked, "Laurence?"
King Laurence turned to look at Tuffin and said, "You can leave us." The magistrate was more than glad to leave, and once the man left, Laurence said, "The duration of the treaty has come expired, and with no male heir, the East land wants us to hand over the kingdom."
Morganna calmly listened to him, and she then said, "It won't happen."
Laurence furrowed his eyebrows in question, "What do you mean?" Did his mother have a plan to expand the period of the treaty?
"What if you don't have a male heir, Rosamund's son, Markus can sit on the throne and claim it as his own." On his mother's words, Laurence's eyes went wide, and he gritted his teeth.
"That's not possible," something that he feared was going to happen, it was going to come true, thought Laurence to himself.
Morganna's eyes narrowed at his words, "Rosamund is my daughter, the Queen's daughter, and that makes Markus eligible to sit on the throne. It is already written in the past records that if there is no male successor of the King, the throne would go to the closest male heir. And right now, it seems to be the right thing."
Laurence couldn't believe himself that his mother was quick to pass on possession of the throne, "And what about me?"
Morganna smiled, "Think smartly, Laurence, Markus is still a young boy that means you have plenty of time to have a male heir with Samara." She patted his back and then stepped into the garden.
King Laurence clenched his fists in anger, unable to retaliate while wondering what he should do to stop the throne from slipping through his fingers, and not fall into his sister Rosamund's family.
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