Chapter 149
"Make it as grand as possible! No other king in history should have a bigger coronation than I did!" Fraser yelled to the servants hustling around the throne room.
With most of the northerners gone, Fraser jumped straight into turning the castle to his liking.
"Fraser-"
"It is your highness now," Fraser snapped at Leonard. He didn’t see why he was advised not to fire the man standing behind him. Leonard was irritating and a failure of a guard. Leonard was meant to be the king’s closest ally and as a guard, he was meant to keep the king alive. Leonard failed at both in Fraser’s eyes.
"You are not the king yet," Leonard replied. Of all people, he did not see why this man-child was being placed on the throne. There were other boys from distant relatives they could have chosen instead of Fraser. Even Amelia was a better choice. The kingdom only needed to get rid of their dislike for women ruling.
Fraser gritted his teeth, feeling the need to give Leonard a piece of his mind but held back. He knew Leonard was on Amelia’s side which was why he was being so difficult. Well, Amelia was gone now so it was best Leonard get rid of this attitude soon. "It doesn’t matter if the crown is not on my head yet. I must be respected," he replied.
"I respect you as Fraser Adams at the moment. I have more important things to talk about instead of your title. A group of men from our side is going to join the remaining northerners to look for the rest of the slaves-"
"Under whose orders?" Fraser cut in. He didn’t order anyone to do such a thing and the men from the court had not mentioned anything about it when he was speaking to them this morning.
"It is an agreement we have with the north to aid them in the search for the slaves they didn’t find yet. They have been successful in saving more people from the slave trade. Both their people and our own. It is only right that we join them," said Leonard.
"I don’t know about that. I don’t have plans to do everything the north wants. I looked into this slave trade," Fraser said as he looked through fine cloth’s he wanted his clothes to be made of. "It was bringing in quite the profit. It’s no wonder why my uncle wasn’t in a rush to end it. Those northerners had been selling for more than an arm and a leg."