Chapter 84: Risen
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CHAPTER 85
The whole arcade seemed to be under an invisible and inevitable fire, as the gorgeously confident woman walked through it.
The ticking of her aristocratic heels against the marbled floor presented the dignified legacy and the respectable blood in her veins.
Her red long seemingly regal gown was perhaps another thing that oozed the literal representation of fury, the woman wore a stern expression with a brief grin over her lips which made her unapproachable for the commoners.
She didn't mask her beauty behind the facade of excessive makeup, instead kept it to the minimal shades of copper brown to enhance her brighter skin tone and to tone down her rage which had been bubbling within her ever since.
Every step she took towards the courtroom announced the doom of those traitors and sleazy people who wronged her.
Her gait was elegantly soft like every other female royalty, but the chosen dress was what made her appear different from those white lotus.
Her exposed shoulders shrieked the revolting and rebellious nature of hers, while the embroidered waist and neckline indicated her innocence.
However, the big Ruby stones over the neckline caused the trembling as they manifested her prowess and authority, which combined with her meaningfully smirking expressions; created tension throughout the walls of the castle.
The lady approached the immaculate door which opened to greet her might, as soon as the woman stepped inside the bustling courtroom a silence engulfed the atmosphere; every single soul stopped their breaths in her respect and to value their own lives.
The woman could feel the peeking eyes darted towards her, and if she could hear the trembling of those coward limbs her anger and resentment might have satiated.
She scurried in the middle of the hall gliding like a phoenix as she spread her wings of power while infesting those vile people with fright.
No one spoke, they all looked mesmerized. It was like they had seen a ghost, her ghost. She had just returned from herself exile.
Unlike before when she would have bowed instantly to the king, she turned on her heels, making sure his gaze was set on her and made her way like the high pron queen that she was and went to take the sit close to his throne.
Everyone gasped in shock at her daring attitude.
Ever since he became king, no one ever sat close to him. Back then they understood that it was because he was young and not yet of marriageable age but even after he married her, she never once showed her face at court because her darling beloved monster of a husband never once asked her to.
Instead, when it came to things that might need the feminine voting, Diona anchored it and it usually happened on a minimal note.
Normally her father would give her room to speak and after that, she would rise above all to speak before Vidor.
Besides, when she lost her people and placed the self-exile rule on herself to mourn, no one ever thought she would show her face in public due to the embarrassment and shame her people caused but low and behold.
Now everything was different.
She did not just show her face, she cat-walked into the courtroom when they had already begun, stealing glances and rudely interrupting the regent when he spoke, then walked over to sit by Vidor's side without uttering a word of greeting.
Nor did she apologize for coming late or introduce herself or plea before the courtroom.
While everyone was still in shock about what just happened, a certain voice pulled them out of it.
"The effrontery!"
All heads turned in the direction from which the voice came from to see who had the guts to go against the queen when the king said nothing.
Low and behold, it was none other than… "My Lord Caspian, please your voice. You are still at court," Lord Damian reminded him.
"I? Am I the one who should be reminded that I am at court or reprimanded about my voice? Wasn't what she just did worse than me raising my voice and requiring the utmost scolding?" He asked.
"If his majesty did not utter a word, I do not see which of us here has a higher authority to except you are now claiming that your position is greater than that of our king."
"Lord Damian."
Not giving Caspian any room to argue he quickly cut in. "And I need not remind you what that means, right?"
"Hey! Why are you calling for treason where there is no treason? What are you and the queen plotting?"
"Lord Caspian, I said nothing but stated the truth. Neither did I say you committed treason."
"Now you lie?"
"No. All I said was who are we to question and yell at the queen when his majesty, King Vidor did not. Last I recall she is queen and by right her position supersedes that of a Lord. Do you dare question and yell at her majesty? By right and by law, her word is equivalent to his majesty's due to their lawful union. Therefore, yelling at her means yelling at his majesty. Am I right or am I right?"
Just hearing Damian speak, Era felt her spirit lift up. From the corners of her eyes, she could see Vidor watching with utmost interest as the two battled it out with words.
Up until that moment, he remained still and quiet as a mouse except when she first came in that his eyes moved in sync with her every movement.
AT that point, Era wondered what he was thinking about but she couldn't put her finger on it.
"He is right, Lord Caspian."
As though they were controlled, all heads turned in the direction of the next Lord who spoke, standing up.
For Damian, he was not expecting any Lord to back him up that was why he went as far as linking her position with the king and only hoped that Vidor's silence proved that he was right.
Well lawfully he was but with this mad king's regime, one would wonder.
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CHAPTER 85
The whole arcade seemed to be under an invisible and inevitable fire, as the gorgeously confident woman walked through it.
The ticking of her aristocratic heels against the marbled floor presented the dignified legacy and the respectable blood in her veins.
Her red long seemingly regal gown was perhaps another thing that oozed the literal representation of fury, the woman wore a stern expression with a brief grin over her lips which made her unapproachable for the commoners.
She didn't mask her beauty behind the facade of excessive makeup, instead kept it to the minimal shades of copper brown to enhance her brighter skin tone and to tone down her rage which had been bubbling within her ever since.
Every step she took towards the courtroom announced the doom of those traitors and sleazy people who wronged her.
Her gait was elegantly soft like every other female royalty, but the chosen dress was what made her appear different from those white lotus.
Her exposed shoulders shrieked the revolting and rebellious nature of hers, while the embroidered waist and neckline indicated her innocence.
However, the big Ruby stones over the neckline caused the trembling as they manifested her prowess and authority, which combined with her meaningfully smirking expressions; created tension throughout the walls of the castle.
The lady approached the immaculate door which opened to greet her might, as soon as the woman stepped inside the bustling courtroom a silence engulfed the atmosphere; every single soul stopped their breaths in her respect and to value their own lives.
The woman could feel the peeking eyes darted towards her, and if she could hear the trembling of those coward limbs her anger and resentment might have satiated.
She scurried in the middle of the hall gliding like a phoenix as she spread her wings of power while infesting those vile people with fright.
No one spoke, they all looked mesmerized. It was like they had seen a ghost, her ghost. She had just returned from herself exile.
Unlike before when she would have bowed instantly to the king, she turned on her heels, making sure his gaze was set on her and made her way like the high pron queen that she was and went to take the sit close to his throne.
Everyone gasped in shock at her daring attitude.
Ever since he became king, no one ever sat close to him. Back then they understood that it was because he was young and not yet of marriageable age but even after he married her, she never once showed her face at court because her darling beloved monster of a husband never once asked her to.
Instead, when it came to things that might need the feminine voting, Diona anchored it and it usually happened on a minimal note.
Normally her father would give her room to speak and after that, she would rise above all to speak before Vidor.
Besides, when she lost her people and placed the self-exile rule on herself to mourn, no one ever thought she would show her face in public due to the embarrassment and shame her people caused but low and behold.
Now everything was different.
She did not just show her face, she cat-walked into the courtroom when they had already begun, stealing glances and rudely interrupting the regent when he spoke, then walked over to sit by Vidor's side without uttering a word of greeting.
Nor did she apologize for coming late or introduce herself or plea before the courtroom.
While everyone was still in shock about what just happened, a certain voice pulled them out of it.
"The effrontery!"
All heads turned in the direction from which the voice came from to see who had the guts to go against the queen when the king said nothing.
Low and behold, it was none other than… "My Lord Caspian, please your voice. You are still at court," Lord Damian reminded him.
"I? Am I the one who should be reminded that I am at court or reprimanded about my voice? Wasn't what she just did worse than me raising my voice and requiring the utmost scolding?" He asked.
"If his majesty did not utter a word, I do not see which of us here has a higher authority to except you are now claiming that your position is greater than that of our king."
"Lord Damian."
Not giving Caspian any room to argue he quickly cut in. "And I need not remind you what that means, right?"
"Hey! Why are you calling for treason where there is no treason? What are you and the queen plotting?"
"Lord Caspian, I said nothing but stated the truth. Neither did I say you committed treason."
"Now you lie?"
"No. All I said was who are we to question and yell at the queen when his majesty, King Vidor did not. Last I recall she is queen and by right her position supersedes that of a Lord. Do you dare question and yell at her majesty? By right and by law, her word is equivalent to his majesty's due to their lawful union. Therefore, yelling at her means yelling at his majesty. Am I right or am I right?"
Just hearing Damian speak, Era felt her spirit lift up. From the corners of her eyes, she could see Vidor watching with utmost interest as the two battled it out with words.
Up until that moment, he remained still and quiet as a mouse except when she first came in that his eyes moved in sync with her every movement.
AT that point, Era wondered what he was thinking about but she couldn't put her finger on it.
"He is right, Lord Caspian."
As though they were controlled, all heads turned in the direction of the next Lord who spoke, standing up.
For Damian, he was not expecting any Lord to back him up that was why he went as far as linking her position with the king and only hoped that Vidor's silence proved that he was right.
Well lawfully he was but with this mad king's regime, one would wonder.
***********CHAPTER 85The whole arcade seemed to be under an invisible and inevitable fire, as the gorgeously confident woman walked through it. The ticking of her aristocratic heels against the marbled floor presented the dignified legacy and the respectable blood in her veins. Her red long seemingly regal gown was perhaps another thing that oozed the literal representation of fury, the woman wore a stern expression with a brief grin over her lips which made her unapproachable for the commoners. She didn't mask her beauty behind the facade of excessive makeup, instead kept it to the minimal shades of copper brown to enhance her brighter skin tone and to tone down her rage which had been bubbling within her ever since. Every step she took towards the courtroom announced the doom of those traitors and sleazy people who wronged her. Her gait was elegantly soft like every other female royalty, but the chosen dress was what made her appear different from those white lotus. Her exposed shoulders shrieked the revolting and rebellious nature of hers, while the embroidered waist and neckline indicated her innocence. However, the big Ruby stones over the neckline caused the trembling as they manifested her prowess and authority, which combined with her meaningfully smirking expressions; created tension throughout the walls of the castle. The lady approached the immaculate door which opened to greet her might, as soon as the woman stepped inside the bustling courtroom a silence engulfed the atmosphere; every single soul stopped their breaths in her respect and to value their own lives. The woman could feel the peeking eyes darted towards her, and if she could hear the trembling of those coward limbs her anger and resentment might have satiated. She scurried in the middle of the hall gliding like a phoenix as she spread her wings of power while infesting those vile people with fright.No one spoke, they all looked mesmerized. It was like they had seen a ghost, her ghost. She had just returned from herself exile.Unlike before when she would have bowed instantly to the king, she turned on her heels, making sure his gaze was set on her and made her way like the high pron queen that she was and went to take the sit close to his throne.Everyone gasped in shock at her daring attitude.Ever since he became king, no one ever sat close to him. Back then they understood that it was because he was young and not yet of marriageable age but even after he married her, she never once showed her face at court because her darling beloved monster of a husband never once asked her to.Instead, when it came to things that might need the feminine voting, Diona anchored it and it usually happened on a minimal note.Normally her father would give her room to speak and after that, she would rise above all to speak before Vidor.Besides, when she lost her people and placed the self-exile rule on herself to mourn, no one ever thought she would show her face in public due to the embarrassment and shame her people caused but low and behold.Now everything was different.She did not just show her face, she cat-walked into the courtroom when they had already begun, stealing glances and rudely interrupting the regent when he spoke, then walked over to sit by Vidor's side without uttering a word of greeting.Nor did she apologize for coming late or introduce herself or plea before the courtroom.While everyone was still in shock about what just happened, a certain voice pulled them out of it."The effrontery!"All heads turned in the direction from which the voice came from to see who had the guts to go against the queen when the king said nothing.Low and behold, it was none other than "My Lord Caspian, please your voice. You are still at court," Lord Damian reminded him."I? Am I the one who should be reminded that I am at court or reprimanded about my voice? Wasn't what she just did worse than me raising my voice and requiring the utmost scolding?" He asked."If his majesty did not utter a word, I do not see which of us here has a higher authority to except you are now claiming that your position is greater than that of our king.""Lord Damian."Not giving Caspian any room to argue he quickly cut in. "And I need not remind you what that means, right?""Hey! Why are you calling for treason where there is no treason? What are you and the queen plotting?""Lord Caspian, I said nothing but stated the truth. Neither did I say you committed treason.""Now you lie?""No. All I said was who are we to question and yell at the queen when his majesty, King Vidor did not. Last I recall she is queen and by right her position supersedes that of a Lord. Do you dare question and yell at her majesty? By right and by law, her word is equivalent to his majesty's due to their lawful union. Therefore, yelling at her means yelling at his majesty. Am I right or am I right?"Just hearing Damian speak, Era felt her spirit lift up. From the corners of her eyes, she could see Vidor watching with utmost interest as the two battled it out with words.Up until that moment, he remained still and quiet as a mouse except when she first came in that his eyes moved in sync with her every movement.AT that point, Era wondered what he was thinking about but she couldn't put her finger on it."He is right, Lord Caspian."As though they were controlled, all heads turned in the direction of the next Lord who spoke, standing up.For Damian, he was not expecting any Lord to back him up that was why he went as far as linking her position with the king and only hoped that Vidor's silence proved that he was right.Well lawfully he was but with this mad king's regime, one would wonder.
