BOUND TO THE BEAST SEASON 3: CHAPTER 1 – 10
BOUND TO THE BEAST SEASON 3: CHAPTER 1 – 10
Minister Murphy flushed a deep red, his eyes darting around the room. “I mean… it would be for the betterment of the kingd—”
“What would be for the betterment of the kingdom is to have the likes of you strung up and hung in the square!” Emeriel shot up from her seat, furious.
The room exploded into disorder. Aekeira winced, as Emeriel glared icicles at the high-ranking ministers.
“Men like you,” Emeriel seethed, cutting through the noise, “who roam the kingdom violating everyone you come across, sticking your organ into both young and old, all in the name of ‘the betterment of society.’ You should be hung, and your organs cut off!” She pinned each minister with a frosty glare. “That would be for the betterment of the kingdom!”
Roars of outrage surrounded them.
“How dare she!?”
“Such disrespect!”
“What an insolent little brat!”
King Orestus grabbed his gavel and struck it hard, roaring above the mayhem. “SILENCE!”
The murmurs faded to a low hum but didn’t entirely stop.
Another minister rose, looking stern. “Your Highness, you cannot let such insolence go unpunished. She insulted not just one of us, but all of us. Such defiance must be met with consequences.”
Emeriel didn’t flinch, her cold eyes still locked on the vultures of court. Many of them could not return that stare, as angry as they were, they were just as afraid of her.
Times like this, Aekeira found it difficult to reconcile this Emeriel with the sister she once knew. Who was this angry bull of a stranger facing off the court?
Over the years, Emeriel had… changed.
Aekeira had seen each gradual shift, witnessed every small difference until the change was complete. Now, Em was warm with only one person, Aekeira herself.
With everyone else, she was either frigid or burning with anger. Her defenses were constantly up, and the caring, compassionate Emeriel was long gone.
This Emeriel didn’t care about others’ feelings, she spoke her mind with no regard for the fallout, daring anyone to challenge her. It was almost as if she wanted to be punished.
Like now.
No one, absolutely no one, mouthed off to the ministers. Others who had tried were either banished or executed.
They were known as the ministers of doom for a reason, just as King Orestus was known as the tyrant king.
“We cannot condone such an act,” a minister was saying. “We demand punishment—”
Emeriel scoffed, crossing her arms. “A bunch of scums hiding under the veil of power—”
“Em…!” Aekeira hissed, fear prickling through her. Stop before you go too far!
“That’s enough,” King Orestus snapped. “Leave the court, Emeriel.”
Emeriel looked ready to defy the king, her jaw set and eyes burning. But then, her gaze met Aekeira’s.
Something in Aekeira’s eyes seemed to reach through the fury. Was it the fear, the concern, or her pleas? Aekeira had no idea, but some of the anger seep out of her sister, her shoulders deflating.
Without another word, Emeriel whirled around and stormed out of court. Thank the gods.
The king faced his ministers. “As I have said before, this matter is not up for discussion. The princesses were my brother’s children; now, they are mine. They will not be treated in that manner.”
His gaze swept across the court. “Aekeira has transformed the gardens and plantations. Thanks to her, we’ve had bountiful harvests over the years. The overseer of agriculture will bear witness to that, isn’t that right, Minister Edward?”
The minister flushed, clearing his throat. “V-very correct, Your Majesty.”
“And Emeriel has returned to the soldiers, training and hunting. She is exceptional at that, having taken down more men in battle than most of our warriors. Many of you have witnessed her skills firsthand, haven’t you, Minister of Military Affairs?”
BOUND TO THE BEAST SEASON 3: CHAPTER 1 – 10
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