Chapter 312
"The queen is ready to speak with her aunt," the demon said as it opened the door to Beth and Fraser’s cell.
"What about me?" Fraser asked, not moving an inch from where he stood since the demon terrified him.
The demon did not respond to Fraser since he did not have to answer the fallen king. He made a space for Beth to walk out. If the king was foolish to run out, he would be giving up his soul to the hungry demons.
Beth wasn’t surprised that Amelia wanted to speak to her alone. There wasn’t much conflict between the two of them so they could come to some closure without there being a screaming match.
Beth stood up and dusted off her dress. "I will speak on your behalf, Fraser. Just stay quiet and wait for my return. For once, do as I say."
Fraser grabbed his mother’s hand. She could not leave him in this place. Not with these people and demons who eyed him like he was their next meal. He wanted to go with her to have a word with Amelia. It was only fair that as king, Amelia should speak to him first since she was trying to take his throne from him.
Fraser knew that Amelia was going to let his mother walk out of the castle. His story would have a different ending because of the bad blood between him and Amelia.
Beth looked at where Fraser grabbed her hand. "Your father might not be your real father," she confessed.
"I got angry about my arranged marriage to the Adams and had an affair, hoping it would make me happy. It did at the moment. There were times when I loved my husband and times when I did not. I am almost certain you are not an Adams and that does not upset me. You hold little Blackwell blood, but you were able to sit on the throne. You could have been so much better if not for what I was so blinded by. I will speak on your behalf," she repeated again.