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.