Chapter 10
"You wanted to be useful and now you are. No need to prepare anything, a carriage will be waiting for you on the outside. You best hurry, Amelia, or you will disappoint all of us before you even start," Richard placed his hands behind his back mocking her with a smile.
"You need to give me more details about this trip before I agree to it," she knew something was wrong but couldn’t pick up on what. Had she been her naive younger self she might’ve believed her father had finally seen her worth.
All she saw in the room were conniving smiles as the snakes in the room had successfully placed her in a trap.
"I ordered you to go in my stead, Amelia. There is no room for you to object. John, prepare everything for my daughter’s trip and then return. Farewell, my daughter," Richard said as he sat right back on the throne.
As John opened the throne room door, two guards fell onto the floor as Cyrus lined them up against the door to stop them from lying unconscious on the floor after knocking them out. Cyrus stood with his arms folded staring down at the fallen guards.
John shook his head at the fools for being taken down by the northerner and walked past them to get everything ready for Amelia’s little trip.
"I have told you to keep that thing away from my men. It should be punished for harming my guards!" Richard yelled from the throne. It was an insult to have a man of the north walk around freely in his castle whilst making a mockery of his guards.
Other kings would laugh at him if they knew and he was certain Amelia enjoyed every moment of it.
"His name is Cyrus, father. It is not polite of you to refer to him as a thing. Perhaps it is not me in need of manners. Sending me out of the castle won’t make it easy for you to use my mother’s funds. Do not play around with my mother’s things. That is where I draw the line," Amelia warned her father in a low voice but he was able to hear it.
"And what will you do if I do not listen, child? Kill me?" Richard clapped his hands and laughed soon followed by the other eight men in the room.
Amelia turned around laughing along with her father but when her back was completely turned, her mood changed. "If only," she said in regards to killing him. If she had things her way he would be long dead by now. "Cyrus, we have a trip to go on thanks to John," she said as they both left the throne room.