Chapter 308: Far away
The maid bowed and then went to the door; Eleanor didn’t pay much attention to whatever was going on there. She continued to enjoy her wine.
"I should have done something about her soon," she chimed still playing with the wine. Cedric was so occupied finding his wife he didn’t pay any attention to matters of the court. She never expected that the monster had a weakness.
It was puzzling because she swore that it could have been mistaken his interest was that annoying priestess Callista. Eleanor still had a prejudice against Callista. She only ignored her because Callista seemed like someone with potential. She has this ability to get people on her side plus the priestess saved her life.
The fire that day was still a mystery. Investigation shows it was caused by magic, Heliosian magic to be particular but the only Heliosian she knew to possess such magnitude of fire infinity was that piece of work that if not for the fact she was around when Cedric was born she would have said he was Cedric brother
They had the same annoying personality. "Your majesty," the maid called her gently. "Just go straight to the point." Eleanor snapped not liking the fact she got interrupted.
"I am sorry, Your Majesty, but there is a letter from the first prince. He says you have before dawn to reply." Talk about audacity. Who did that motherless bastard think he was to order him around? Eleanor’s face twisted, she didn’t even bother masking her rage.
"Who does he think he is? Get that rubbish out of my face." She barked out her chest heaving. The maid shrank. "I will." The maid then ran out for the door. Eleanor frowned. It wasn’t that bastard’s style to send a letter.
It was weird, she was still mad but curious about what he wanted from her. "Hold on, let me take a look." She stopped the maid before she left through the door. "Yes, Your Majesty." The maid bowed and then brought back the letter to her.
It was indeed Cedric’s, she recognized his stamp. She unsealed the letter and took her time to read it and her anger doubled the more she read. He didn’t even address her properly.
But the deeper she read, the anger quelled with another emotion surfacing. Fear, this should not be happening. Her eyes darkened; she had celebrated too soon, forgetting that she was dealing with an equally scheming mind like her.
He was threatening her. She stood up from her seat and then walked up to the fireplace. The sharp, crisp sound drew as she tore up the letter and then tossed it in the fireplace. She waited until it was completely burnt to make sure with her eyes its existence was erased.
"Layla, I have a letter to reply to; prepare the study." She instructed the maid. Her fingers curled into a fist but her expression was still serene. The fire cracked lightly its sounds barely heard compared to the rumbling cloud.