Chapter 50
Damien’s POV
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Trying to have a conversation with Freda proved futile. Most times, she had no clue how different I was from her. Asking her obvious,
harmless questions only made her defensive, a very beautiful trait, but a useless one for a queen.
I made my way down to the dining area, hoping to catch my uncle at the table. He was there, voraciously devouring everything within
reach. I chuckled. He never failed to amuse me.
“I assure you, if you don’t take them one at a time, you’re going to empty the contents of your stomach onto my fine dining ware. It’ll be
quite the hassle for the servants trying to scrub out vomit.”
“You can just throw them out. Why bother?” He interrupted mid–sentence. I smiled because he was right.
“Well, now I have the power to make you clean them yourself if you do spoil my dining ware.” I enjoyed taunting him.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him smile. There was no disagreement between us.
The moment I settled down to eat, a maid rushed to my side, picked up a plate, and began dishing out food. I sank into my seat and
watched her, enjoying the silence which didn’t last.
“The tray earlier. Who was it for?” Kieran asked.
I frowned at his curiosity. I could tell him about Freda here and now, but something held me back. I shrugged and acted ignorant.
“What tray?”
The maid set my plate down. I would have preferred eating with my mate rather than sitting here with Uncle Kieran.
“You know well what I speak of. The servant took a tray up to your chambers. I thought it was your dinner until I heard you come down here. If it were your meal, you wouldn’t be joining me for another. So who is it for?”
“Perhaps you didn’t see the contents of the tray clearly.”
“Then why were they headed to your chambers-”
“Uncle Kieran, my servants going to my room shouldn’t concern you. Eat your meal in silence or ask me something more important.” I finally got him to close his mouth.
I could tell he was displeased with how I’d spoken, but he had no choice. He was my uncle, yes, but I was his king.
He cleared his throat. I braced myself for the next question.
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“What about my brother? Is he dead already?” He slowed his eating.
“I don’t particularly care either way, but I doubt he’s dead.” I mumbled while eating, trying not to think of Freda getting cozy with the maid. Perhaps I’d chosen right with Christie.
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“Your resolve is brutal. I’m still surprised you killed Steve. He was always a brat, I never liked him. No offense, but he wasn’t my favorite.” He snickered.
I kept eating, showing no reaction to his mockery. It was no longer news. The whole kingdom had heard what I did to attain the throne. It had been a long time coming.
“How is the planning for the coronation coming along?”
Kieran’s eyes met mine as he cleaned his mouth with a cloth.
“I’ve given the affairs to the Lords. They shall plan the ceremony, and I shall be crowned.”
“King, I know. But what about food? Certainly you don’t expect us to eat meat during such an important celebration. I don’t see blood on this dining table surely there’ll be blood to drink my fill on that day.” His eyes glowed red, showing how much he’d enjoyed the little he’d taken from the maidservant yesterday.
“There is always blood, Uncle Kieran. The finest shall be served that day so they’ll know what kind of enjoyment comes with me as their
new king. My shoulders raised in pride.
“I thought you never fancied the throne.” He stared at me with amusement. He might be old, but his senses were keen enough to tell I was hiding something.
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