When Beauty Destroys The BL World

Chapter 107~Night's Capture~

Nickolai remained silent to the Queen questions.

"I've just returned from the temple," she continues. "Visiting the crown princess. I'm sure you hear the news about her finally awakened weeks ago."

He still didn't answer.

"I saw her with my own eyes," the Queen continued. "All the rumors about the crown princess are indeed true. She's gone mad. Senile. The crown princess is no longer fit to govern this kingdom - her mind is broken. She's become...useless."

Nickolai's hand clenched tightly at his side. Slowly, he turned to face her. "Why are you telling me this?"

She smiled coldly. "I thought you might want to know the result of your own doing."

Her voice dripped venom. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

For a long moment, they just stared at each other - two people bound by a throne, divided by contempt.

Nickolai's gaze was cold. "You should worry less about others, Your Majesty, and more about yourself. When the king passed, your future will not be so bright."

The Queen laughed bitterly. "I'm no longer care about my future. Not anymore."

She turned to look at the sick king, her voice low but sharp. "You should know your duty. The council insists you take another consort. With our ruler dying. The people are worried - your wife can't provide an heir, and the kingdom needs stability. It's time you take in a consort."

Nickolai's expression darkened.

"If you find it difficult, to have two wives" she added, "I can have the crown princess throne abdicated and arrange your divorce with her."

Nickolai's voice dropped, deadly cold. "There's no need, for I won't divorce the crown princess."

The Queen smirked. "Why cling to her ? You despised this marriage from the beginning. It has no value left. You should do your duty as crown prince - replace the crown princess. Your father did the same when your mother was no longer useful. I'm sure you will have it easy too."

Nickolai's eyes flashed with barely restrained fury, but he said nothing more. He turned, his voice calm and steady.

"The night deepened, I shall take my leave. Have a good rest, Your Majesty."

When he left, the Queen's shoulders sank. Her eyes filled with sorrow as she clutched the king's hand tightly.

The heavy door to the King's chamber closed behind him with a low thud.
Nickolai strode down the long corridor in silence, his boots echoing faintly against the marble floor. The air was thick-heavy with the lingering scent of incense and illness that clung to the palace walls.

Gulten followed closely behind, keeping a careful distance. He dared not speak until they reached the Crown Prince's study.

When Nickolai finally entered, he moved straight to his desk without a word. The fire in the hearth flickered weakly, casting his tall frame in restless shadows. He sat, hands clasped before him, head bowed low as if deep in thought.

"Your Highness," Gulten said quietly, his voice carrying both caution and concern.

Nickolai didn't look up. "Give me the report. Every detail."

Gulten hesitated, his expression tightening. "The Crown Princess...remains unresponsive for the past few weeks. But I received news, when the Queen and the Duchess went to visit her, that she had been hysterical even injuring herself at the mention of her own name. The priest Lucas brought a physician to tend to her injuries along with the crown princess handmaiden."