Wife of The Demon Prince
Chapter 236: His dead!

Chapter 236: His dead!

It took quite some time before Ara stopped feeling the wetness of his tears on her chest. But when it stopped, she didn’t push him away and let his head still remain resting on her breast, which was starting to feel sore now.

However, Hamon suddenly took her by surprise as he pushed her against the pillar behind them. Their position immediately reversed, and he pulled away from her chest and trapped her against the pillar as he loomed over her. She was a bit taken aback when she noticed his face didn’t seem like that of someone who’d just cried a few minutes ago. Did he even just cry?

The atmosphere felt warmer as he leaned his head closer to her, "...Do you have any idea how you make me feel? You make me feel wanted and loved." He whispered softly, with his voice sounding a bit hoarse.

Ara’s heart skipped a beat as he continued to move his head towards her. Although they were in a deserted part of the corridor, she did not know how long it would be until someone passed them by. She gently pushed his chest to create space between them, but instead, Hamon grabbed her wrists and drew her to him, "Ah_Hamon stop, what if someone walks by?" She uttered as Hamon began to place kisses on her neck, while not moving away, he murmured against her skin, " Are we doing something wrong? I am just having fun with my wife, if they are shameless enough, they are free to come and look."

He slid his hands down to her waist, her back. Her mind went completely blank as his fingers made circles on her lower back, which sent warmth to her entire body. Hamon suddenly bit her cheek when she tried to push him away, "Ouch! Hamon, That hurt!"

"Good, now don’t move." He pressed his lips on hers, then moved back to study her face, nevertheless she could still taste the warm flutter of his breath on her lips, waves of heat began to stir in her and settle in her lower belly with how he was gazing at her. He pecked her lips again and moved back. Slowly his fingers skimmed down to her waist, where his thumb traced lazy, erotic circles on her sensitive inner skin.

"Hamon, people are still around..." She murmured with her face completely flushed in embarrassment. Beneath her palms on his chest, she felt the strange steady beating of his heart, while hers was pounding as if it would rip her ribcage open. What if someone walked up to them?

Thankfully, Hamon stopped what he was doing to her and didn’t kiss her again, but only continued to hold her waist with both his hands, "My wife is too shy. Don’t worry, if anyone sees us, That person wouldn’t live the second day with his eyes, because I will dig out their eyes." He stated nonchalantly as his fingers now played with her hair.

"...Hamon."

At her troubled tone, Hamon placed a light kiss on her lips again. He was so close that his hot breath tickled her nose, his searing gaze seemed to penetrate right into her soul. At this moment, she found it hard to believe he had been in tears earlier.

"My patience is running thing, I am finding it hard to restrain myself, Arabella." He whispered softly, he then carefully lifted a lock of her long, red hair in his hand, he pressed his lips against it, keeping his eyes fixed on her as he did.

Ara’s breath caught at the sheer sensation of his gesture. He smirked, "You better be prepared, the coronation will soon happen, and on that night...you will be mine completely, mind, body, and soul."

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As night falls, Merona couldn’t sit still in her chamber and do nothing when everything had turned out wrong for her. Therefore, she snuck out of her residence to go and meet the king.

Merona silently walked towards the king’s residence, she had to make up for what had happened in the court room somehow. If Hamon were to be coronated, it would be completely over for her, he would destroy her for everything she’d done to his mother.

Cassius succession to the throne had to be restored by all means. She wouldn’t let an illegitimate son win over her own son. It was Cassius’ birthright, and the king can’t just deprived Cassius of it. As long as she still lives, she would never allow that bastard ascend the throne!

’Over my dead corpse! I won’t let that happen!’

Merona was determined to go whatever extent to make her son the king. Frederick would have to go back on his words tonight. She could never accept defeat! Not to a son of a lowly maid!

Merona finally reached the king’s room, she stood by the door, her eyes shinning with determination. However, the king’s head butler recognized her and hesitated for a moment, as he knew the queen wasn’t supposed to step out of her residence until the investigation was over.

"Your majesty, You can’t_"

"Can’t what? Move away or inform the king of my presence!" She demanded in displeasure as the man was blocking the entrance door.

Even though Merona would later have to pay for her crimes, she was still the queen of Findara. The head butler did not want to stand in her way nor disobey her, however the king had given his orders not to allow her in his room.

The head butler hesitated for awhile, then said, "Your majesty...his majesty has not been feeling too well, so he went to sleep early, I am sorry but you can’t meet him now. You should return tomorrow_"

"Get out of my way, butler! I have something important to discuss with him tonight. And it can’t wait until tomorrow." She snapped irritatingly, however the butler only blocked the door even more, "I can’t_"

Merona shot him her most vicious glare, "Move out of my way if you don’t want to die before your time, Damian!" She yelled angrily. Never before had any servants in the palace acted this way towards her. This alone was proof of how much she had begun to lose her authority in the palace.

Her expression darkened when the stupid butler did not seem to want to budge from the entrance. She clenched her fist tightly, "Damian, I may seem powerless now, but remember I was the princess of another kingdom before I was a queen. I still have the powers to kill behind closed doors. Think carefully before you disrespect me. Now, move your lowly self out of my way before you lose your life." She threatened calmly.

In response to her threat, the butler trembled slightly. He knew the queen was capable of doing that. Therefore, he carefully stepped out of her way. He still wanted to live longer, he would explain it to the king tomorrow.

Damian moved aside. Merona smirked as she noticed how scared he looked, regardless of her position as queen in Findara, she still had another power behind her, with no further obstacles in her way. She slowly opened the door and entered the dim lit room.

However, what met her eyes was Fredrick who looked like he was struggling to breathe, he made small strange noise as if he wanted to say something.

Merona quickly approached his bed, "Your majesty, what’s wrong?" She asked with false worry.

Frederick couldn’t respond, and only continued to struggle to sit up on the bed, "W-wate..." He managed to say, but Merona didn’t move to help him and only stared at him.

Frederick had embarrassed her in the court room. Why should she help him? He must have taken the medicine, which she’d added more poison to in the morning.

Merona had came to have a word with the king, but it turned out he was silly enough to have taken his medicines. She might as well just finish him up. If he died, everything would be easier for her. She mused.

She approached him, and carefully took the pillow next to his head. Frederick’s eyes slightly widened when he saw her take the pillow instead of helping him up, before he could say anything, Merona had forcefully pressed down his head with the pillow.

Frederick struggled to breathe, he tried to hit her hands, but it was futile, as he was already too weak. He did not want to die before he handed the throne to Hamon, he hadn’t even apologized to his son yet...

Merona added more pressure to the pillow until the king stopped moving and his body went limp. When he stopped struggling, she quickly snatched her hands back and moved away from him as if she just realized what she’d just done.

’Is...He dead...’ Merona’s eyes grew impossibly wide. She slowly approached Frederick again and carefully pressed her finger under his nose. There was no hint of breath.

She dropped the pillow in shock, ’He is dead...I finally killed him.’