Chapter 624 - Six Hundred And Twenty-Four: Freedom (2/2)

”Akim!” Judy yelled.

”Take a look at Jasmine!” Akim bellowed back at his father, veins ready to burst out of his head in that angry state.

Judy didn't say a word as he was stunned by the intensity of his words.

”She has never been outside the palace grounds? Do you think buying her toys and building her a paradise here and bringing occasional playmates over would suffice for the real interaction with humans?!” Akim beat his chest, ”It feels suffocating! Why do you think she runs away to her sanctuary with every chance she could get? Do you even know her greatest wish?!” He sneered, ”It's to play in the town's playground with other kids,”

”Alright, that's enough, Akim!” Judy raged at him, ”Leave now!”

”My greatest pleasure!” he said with heavy sarcasm.

”The festival is holding in the palace, we'd be eating with the officials, be there,”

”Don't even dream of it!” Akim retorted, leaving as he banged the door hard.

As soon as the door closed, Emily broke down into tears. This was the first time they had an intense fight with their son, and it weighed down heavily on her chest. She never wanted them to turn out this way.

Guilt gnawed at her heart as she knew some of Akim's words were right. She took away his childhood from him and though he was kept away for his safety, Emily was beginning to question if she had made the right decision.

”Hey, hey,” Judy drew her into his embrace as soon as she began to cry. He hugged her tight, whispering into her ears, ”Don't cry because of that, Akim's a brat,”

”No,” Emily shook her head, ”It's true, we owe him a lot. Did you hear what he said, Judy? We took away his freedom,”

”No,” Judy didn't share her opinion, ”It was his freedom or his life. Have you forgotten? How my mother died to save them?”

Emily gulped, of course, how could she have forgotten that. Roselle had died protecting her daughter.

It was on Jasmine's birthday. They had organized a birthday party to celebrate the adorable princess Jasmine who turned three. The mood had been merry and people eat and drank without predicting the unfortunate incident about to happen.

The target had been Jasmine and up to date, Emily still wondered what an innocent three-year-old child could have done to them. But she knew the answer inwardly, the rebels wanted to cause her great pain by ending her only daughter and as well, destabilizing the royal family.

The rebels were cruel. While his highness didn't execute their children- everyone executed had been found guilty of the crime and had active participation - they had evil thoughts of ending her innocent child.

When it had been time for her little kid to blow out her candle, they struck. One of the rebels on a suicide mission had dressed up as a servant and how he had been able to sneak a gun into the palace, not to talk of the hall where the celebration was being held, came as a big surprise to everyone. But according to the investigation, it was said he knocked out one of the palace guards and seized his weapon.

Queen dowager Roselle was clapping after her cute granddaughter blew out the candle on the cake with a smile and was the first to see the rebeller.

As soon as the rebellion brought out the gun from his waistband where he hid it and pointed it at the little girl, prepared to shoot before anyone would stop him. Her majesty, Roselle quickly took Jasmine's place by standing in front of her.

At first, everyone had been bewildered by her majesty's move but their confusion didn't last as five shots rent the air. At once, screams of terror replaced the once merry ambiance as pandemonium broke out.

The rebeller knew he had no chance to escape and seemed to have been prepared to die as he shot himself in the head before bullets from the royal guards tore through his body.

The queen died on the spot as five bullets pierced through her body. Her majesty Roselle eyes was open and fixed on the spot where Jasmine had been while a smile was on her face as if she did a great thing.

The sight of the queen's body sickened Emily as the thought of Jasmine being the target hit her. She made a mental image of her three-year daughter on the floor with bullets in her head - that would have been the spot in her body with her height. Bile rose in her throat and she had to hold onto her daughter Jasmine tight as if she would vanish if she dared let go.

Ever since that day, the children were hidden from public view and they started a hunt for the new leader of the rebels.

Fiona.