Chapter 298: Reuben’s Schemes
Early the next morning, while the transparent dew still clung to the blades of grass and a cool mist threaded through the castle gardens, Prince Reuben slipped quietly from his chambers. The sky was awash in the palest hues of dawn as he made his way through the marble halls, his footsteps echoing faintly against the stone. He was on his way to the royal dining hall—for a conversation with the king and the queen.
Inside the great hall, sunlight poured through the stained-glass windows, casting shards of amber, blue, and violet across the vast breakfast table, a table long enough to host sixty nobles but currently occupied by just a few.
At one end, King Heimdal sat stoically, silently slicing into roasted venison, lost in his thoughts.
At the opposite end, Queen Helga had just sat down, her deep crimson gown sweeping behind her as she took her place at the head of the table. Her presence filled the room—not with noise, but with quiet authority. Even in the muted light of morning, her expression was composed, regal, and watchful.
Reuben bowed slightly as he approached. The cool air of the hall seemed to thicken with his every step.
"What brings my son to join us for breakfast today?" Queen Helga asked, her voice as smooth as the tea she poured, steam curling gently in the morning air.
Reuben stood tall, though his tone was carefully deferential. "Mother, Father, I am here to seek your help. I found a woman who is worthy to be my queen."
Helga paused, her teacup halfway to her lips. "Oh? And who is this woman who has stirred my son’s heart? Surely you mean to elevate Lady Amielle—she’s been groomed for such a role, has she not?"
"It is not her, Mother." Reuben spoke hastily, afraid that if he did not retort, the queen would assume that he was talking about Amielle.