The Throne Is Mine
Chapter 258

Chapter 258: Chapter 258

"Keep your empty threats boy," Margaret replied, continuing to eat the well-baked bread.

Fraser glared at Margaret who never feared his words. She was old and at the end of her life, but she should still fear someone taking her life. "You always forget that you are no longer queen and there is respect owed to me as king."

"Respect is earned," Margaret answered. "You are hardly a king. It is more than just sitting on a throne and wearing a crown. I’ve yet to see you be a king to be given respect."

"I don’t care about earning respect. As long as the crown is on my head, I am owed respect!" Fraser argued. It didn’t matter if you liked him or not.

Margaret remained calm in the midst of Fraser’s temper tantrum. "As a former queen, I am allowed to be harsh and judge what I see in you. You must remember that the crown can easily be taken off your head."

"Is that a threat?" Fraser spoke softly, ready to call for his guards.

"No, it is advice that you should take. I’ve been where you are now. I know how easy for a king with no power to lose their crown. You make the mistake of thinking that the crown makes you the most powerful person in the kingdom. It does not. That is why you constantly look for allies with real power. Hold on to that crown tightly Fraser. That is my advice," said Margaret.

Fraser didn’t understand what Margaret was trying to say to him. It didn’t sound like advice. It still came off like a threat, telling him to enjoy the crown on his head while he lasted. She had never offered her aid to make him a stronger king.

"Why has dinner not yet started? Is it because of Cedric?" Margaret asked, looking at the door. "There is a pregnant woman and the king present. We shouldn’t wait."

Margaret wanted dinner over with soon so should go back to the temple. She only showed up here because she heard about the young ladies invited and then Annabelle was hellbent on sitting at the table. She’d prefer to eat in the temple.

Fraser didn’t want Margaret to be giving any orders so he was going to wait a bit more for his grandfather. If he could, he would get someone to slip something inside Margaret’s food soon. What stopped him was her strange ability to be ahead of everyone’s plans. He feared she would know and poison him in return.

Beth looked down at her plate to avoid meeting her eyes with Margaret or Annabelle. If she did look at either one, she would end up arguing again. She didn’t want Margaret to see that she could rile her up so much.

"My apologies for being so late."

Fraser looked at the entrance where he heard Cedric’s voice, and when he saw his grandfather, he almost stood up. "G-Grandfather. Your face," he said, unable to comment on Cedric’s appearance.

"I have fallen ill with a cold. It is nothing to worry about," Cedric replied, despite the fact he felt like he could faint at any second. His head felt heavy, and the air was unbearably hot. "Where are the young ladies Fraser must pick from? Has he made a choice already?" He hoped that wasn’t the case.

Cedric wanted the young lady picked to be the queen to come from one of his allies. That way, he could control both the king and the queen. His power in the castle would be hard to shatter.

Beth’s eyes widened at Cedric’s state. Somehow, between the last time she had seen him and now, Cedric had gotten smaller. Like he had not been eating for weeks now. His eyes had dark circles, and overall, he just seemed tired. He was more than sick in her eyes.

Beth snuck a glance at Margaret, wondering if she was taking revenge by poisoning Cedric. It would work well for Fraser since Beth wanted to cut ties with Cedric and the Adams, but she feared what Margaret was planning by being so bold to do this. Beth knew it had to be Margaret when she saw her smile for a moment while looking at Cedric.

’The demon is sucking him dry,’ Margaret smiled. Her guard was right that something had attached itself to Cedric. It was slowly killing him, but in Cedric’s eyes, he looked fine with a bit of a cold. ’I need to go into the books to see what they call this demon.’

Margaret wasn’t certain if it was Killian who had stuck this demon on Cedric. She couldn’t think of any other demon who would aim for Cedric instead of going straight for Fraser. To be one step ahead in case a demon would be stuck to her, Margaret had to read more about these demons who fed on fear so she knew the measures to get them off of her. Holy water did not always remove it.

Margaret also didn’t like that if it was Killian, he shouldn’t be playing these games in the Blackwell castle. Killian had no further business with the Blackwells at this point. Unless he was getting rid of Amelia’s enemies?

Margaret found Killian to be a demon different from all of the others since he had this liking toward humans and preferred to watch instead of kill them unless they attacked, but he was still a complicated demon she could not understand. Margaret could only hope that her special granddaughter would find a way to control Killian.

"Grandfather, you must call the castle doctor-"

"That isn’t necessary," Cedric denied the offer. He was already taking care of it. He found Beth and Fraser to be exaggerating with their expressions. A mere cold would not stop his plans in the castle. "I’ll ask again, where are the young ladies you need to pick from, Fraser? I should have been around to see your pick."

Fraser had not gotten over Cedric’s appearance, but he wanted his grandfather to deal with the old hag at the table. "Margaret has sent them away."