Chapter 55: Permission
"Do you intend to do nothing about it?" Queen Violeta asked. She kept her voice soft; she couldn’t afford to anger him, or else this trip would be completely fruitless.
King Gaius didn’t respond.
Queen Violeta felt a prick in her back. It was just as she had feared. The king was going to fold his hands and let their son do as he wished again. If it had been anyone else, she wouldn’t have cared, but a peasant—a common whore? She wasn’t going to have it.
"The lords will start to question if he is truly fit for the throne." Queen Violeta didn’t feel the slightest bit of guilt as she said these words to her husband. She knew what his greatest fear was. She knew he feared the same would happen to his son, and that was a major reason why he had done the things he did.
King Gaius paled, but before he could speak, another round of coughs erupted from him. This time, it didn’t last as long. "They wouldn’t dare," he stated breathlessly. "Caius has proved himself enough."
"Yes, but we know one bad deed can ruin all the good ones. So, before this turns into a bad deed, it is best to get rid of it. If he can do that in front of the lords of the kingdom, what more is left, Your Majesty? We cannot let our son ruin all your hard work and his too."
"I told him to get rid of her," he mumbled.
"You know it is precisely for that reason that he will not," she replied.
Anyone who knew anything about the father and son knew that the crown prince’s goal was to anger his father as much as he could. Violeta often feared that Caius might send the king to an early grave because of his numerous bad habits.
King Gaius sighed and leaned back against the headboard. "Since you’re here, I suppose you have a plan," he said to his wife.