The broken queen

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KALEY.

"Let me out! Let me out of here!" Agnes the empress dowager screamed at the top of her voice. She knew the guards could hear her but they would not yield, after all, they were all under the order of the late king. She could not believe that this was happening to her.

She was their queen! Their empress! How could they lock her up like a common criminal? How could she have underestimated that bastard? She should have killed him ehen she had a chance.

Agnes had worked too much to make sure her blood was on the throne and that Whore's child will be sitting on it in a matter of days.

"Let me out! Let me out here this instance!" she screamed, "it useless Mother! They will not listen to you!"

Agnes finally turned back to Donald who looked disturbed and restless, just in a matter of minutes, everything he knew was lies! Everything and now his might was looking at him with disgust and anger.

"They are supposed to listen to us! We are the empress and the crown prince! Why are they denying us access to our palace."

"Mother..." Donald said with a tired groan, "We have nothing, Aaron took it all away, he made sure we were left with no money or power," Agnes gaped as if this was new information that she was just hearing for the first time. She realized that she truly lost everything that evening.

"I cannot believe he could walk! He deceived everyone," Beatrice said, her eyes darting from one place to another. She felt a rush of panic, she sat at the corner of the large room wondering what her fate would be now that her brother-in-law had overtaken her husband in the race to the throne.

They never even thought of him as a competition, that is why the problem lay. She felt exhausted, her head hammering. She held the lower part of her dress, looking up at her husband in distress.

"What will happen to us now Donald? Is he going to execute us?" she asked with obvious fear in her voice. Donald rolled his eyes, he could not be bothered about her, he had a lot to think about and he did not need to be adding to the issue.

Swallowing, he sighed and walked to a wooden chair not far from where he was standing, he sat and intertwined his hands. He felt hot in his royal robe. He had been preparing so much for his ascension unto the throne, that now is not going to happen because he underestimated his enemy, Samuel must have known for a long, he must have noticed something. The bastard kept it to himself, he gritted his teeth thinking about it. If only he knew earlier! If only Samuel said something, everything would not have turned out like this.

He heard muttering bringing him out of his thought, Beatrice was praying fervently, and he clenched his jaw at her ridiculousness. That was what he hated most about the whole debacle, he was stuck in there with his wife and mother, to people he did not want to see at the moment.

"I cannot believe the guards will not hear my command! I am that queen!" Agnes repeated making Donald want to pull the hair from his scarp.

"Mother you need to let it be, we are locked in here tight, I pray you let it be," he said again.

"Let it be?! Donald, you were stripped of your title and your birthright! Those conniving bastards! They are going to pay for all done?"

"Yes, Mother yes!" Beatrice said joyously, at least her mother-in-law still had hope that they would regain their formal glory.

"Shut it, girl!" Agnes snapped at her making her squirm in her seat. Her mother-in-law was a hard woman and the hostility in her eyes showed it.

"Mother you need to give it a rest, we are not getting out of here, I trained this soldier myself, they follow orders through and through," he tried I explain softly. it was too bad that he never thought the orders would be against him one day.