Chapter 257: - 257
Fraser dreaded having to go to dinner. Not because he would have to look at his options for a bride, but for the sole fact that Margaret would be there. He wished to go against what his mother said and just have the woman, whom he once thought of as his grandmother, killed since she was out to get him.
"Where is my grandfather? I have not seen him since he was outsmarted by Margaret. Do you think he is ashamed that his plan didn’t last? I should have him killed for poisoning me for nothing," Fraser muttered. He went through all of that pain just for Margaret to still be here.
Beth did find it odd that Cedric was nowhere to be seen. She didn’t think he could be hiding since Margaret outsmarted him. "Last I saw him, he looked sick."
"Great. Now, when I need him most, he has fallen ill. We should send him out of the castle too. He is old and useless. Get his allies to just follow me," said Fraser. He was over his grandfather thinking he pulled his strings. No one controlled the king.
"He should be at dinner, so you should speak with him afterwards to learn what he has been up to. I think he might be angered by the fact that Margaret made a fool of him, so he is plotting to get rid of her again. Let the two of them fight it out. You did well today with the donations you sent out to the people," Beth complimented Fraser, despite the fact that it was her idea. She didn’t mind that Fraser got the credit. She would have her turn one day.
’That was a waste of my money,’ Fraser thought, clenching his fist. He hoped that with this sacrifice, the people would keep quiet for a while. He was forced once more to reward those who lost sons when Killian came down from the north.
Beth knew that Fraser wasn’t happy with it, but it made him look good in the eyes of the people. After the incident with him being poisoned, he started to reward them. The doubts about Fraser as king had started to fade away. "Stand up straight," she instructed Fraser as they entered the dining hall.
Beth expected to be met by young ladies and their fathers standing around, but there was no one besides Margaret and Annabelle. Not even Cedric was present. "What is happening here?" Beth picked up her pace and looked around the hall, expecting the young women to come out of hiding. "We are meant to have guests."
"Oh, those young women? I sent them away," Margaret replied, pulling apart a piece of bread from the loaf so she could have a snack before the food was here.