Chapter 312 - Three Hundred And Twelve: His Royal Bride (1/2)

The third point of view:

”I will not allow that woman to be your wife, she's not fit to be a royal!” spat Roselle, the queen dowager, and mother of Judy.

”She will if we teach her our ways, she's new at this and needs time and practice,” Judy reasoned with her.

”Even if I turn a black eye to that party incident, for Christ's sake Kai! She's a divorcee!” She cried out, feeling the urge to grab her son and bang his head on the wall if it would bring back his senses. She wondered what witchcraft that woman used on her son.

Judy scoffed, ”Yes, she's a divorcee, and then what?” he threw his hands up in the air, ”She wouldn't have been a divorcee if I hadn't left her in the first place. She sacrificed herself for our baby Akim so he could live. That Akim you're fawning over right now - that marriage was the sacrifice she made to protect him!”

The queen swallowed yet didn't admit defeat. She held her shoulder square saying,” I admire her courage and would compensate her heavily for her struggle but I'm sorry son, I have to keep to royal standards - Fiona would make a good wife for you. For sure, Akim would be the crowned prince but we need other princes and princes to keep the power,” said the queen.

”I'll rather remain celibate my entire life than marry Fiona or any other woman for that matter,” He swore.

”Kai!” The queen banged her hand on the armrest of her throne, she shot up to her feet angrily, ”Just because you're the crowned prince doesn't mean you can defy my orders,”

”Think whatever you want, mother,” He added, ”And by the way, Emily doesn't need your 'heavy compensation'...” he spelled that one out with heavy sarcasm, ”She has enough money to last her a century. Moreover, Spencer Clan is not to be trifled with either,” He reminded her Adam almost had him killed. With a scowl on his face, Judy turned his back to the honorable queen and left.

Since he argued with Emily that day, they haven't exactly talked much, and yesterday, when he tried to make an effort on reconciling, it resulted in another argument; they returned to square one all over again. He seriously couldn't understand her, Emily was not making any sense anymore and her mood sucked.

Planning to let her cool off for a while, Judy intended on ignoring her today when he received news that Emily was not feeling well. No matter how angry he was with her, he couldn't ignore the love of his life when it involved matters of her health.

He came into the room where Emily lay on the bed languidly with a physician and his female assistant beside her. The maid in charge of Emily's needs had been the first to notice him and bowed her head, alerting the others in the process who followed the same protocol.

”Your highness,” They bowed their head.

”Why are you here?” Emily groaned, peering at him through half-lidded eyes, ”Won't you go over to your royal bride,”

Judy ignored her - he was in no mood to quibble with her- he faced the doctor instead, ”What is wrong with her?”

The doctor answered, ”She has been complaining of a headache, sore back, and fatigue,”

”So? What then is wrong with her?”

”Many diseases could be responsible for that but I have come to a sudden observation which would be confirmed after the test,”

”What test?” he was anxious to know.

”You'll know soon your highness,” the doctor said politely.

Judy was so curious he wanted to use his power and draw the truth from the doctor's mouth but when he saw the gesture the man made to his assistant, he understood this was a sensitive feminine matter. He just prayed it wasn't anything life-threatening.

”What now?” Emily groaned irritably as they tried to cajole her up to her feet

”Your ladyship, just a minute please,” the woman persuaded.

”No, I'm tired,” Emily whined, and truly, she was dead exhausted. She hadn't done anything strenuous but it was as if she had run a marathon from the border of Lincolnshire back and front all day; her muscles ached. She was still throwing a tantrum when Judy walked over to her and picked her up in his strong arms.

”Your highness,” the maid wanted to protest but he silenced her with a glare and set for the toilet. Once in there, he sat her down on the sparkling clean toilet seat.

”Once you're done, just notify me so I can carry her back,” He told the assistant who nodded yet saw the maid's mouth twitched - his mother must have reached out to her.