Chapter 379: Finding His Ole Body
Meanwhile back in the Castle right after the group traveled, Audrey Velthorne headed out.
The soft glow of candlelight flickered against the polished marble floors of the royal chambers. The night was quiet, save for the occasional crackle of the hearth. But inside, tension hummed like a taut bowstring.
Audrey sat on the edge of the king’s silk-draped bed, her hair cascading over her shoulders, her emerald eyes fixed intently on her husband. The king—a man more cautious than courageous—stood by the window, staring out into the vast, darkened city as if the night air held the answer to his dilemma.
"My love," Audrey murmured, her voice smooth as honey, "I think it’s time you release Jaron."
The king stiffened, his fingers curling against the windowsill. He didn’t turn to face her.
Audrey exhaled softly, shifting closer. "It’s been long enough, don’t you think? The witch lady and her husband are no longer in the castle. Jaron has paid his price. Keeping him locked up like a rabid animal—it’s unbecoming of a ruler as just as you."
The king scoffed under his breath. "Just? Is that what you think of me?"
She rose to her feet, the silk of her gown whispering against the floor. With careful steps, she approached him, resting a delicate hand on his tense shoulder. "Yes," she lied sweetly. "You are wise, merciful. But keeping him locked away... it’s cruel."
The king’s jaw tightened. "Cruel?" His voice was barely above a whisper.
Audrey seized the hesitation in his tone like a hunter spotting prey. She turned him gently to face her, her eyes gleaming.
"He was imprisoned because he dared to play with the redhaired princess," she reminded him. "But she and Lord Alaric are gone. What more is there to punish? What harm can he do now?"