Reign

22. Holy War

Note: Dear friends, What is happening is weird. Chapter number 12 has more reads than chapter eleven! Is is possible? This means that there are some people who hadn't read a chapter.... That's  dangerous, because if someone hasn't read a chapter, it's almost certain that he/she won't be able to understand what is going to happen next. So, I beg you, go back and check the chapters... You might have skipped one...

We are very close to the end guys... Almost ten chapters, maybe less.  But don't worry! From now on, the real drama begins!

Oh don't get confused! The guy on the right it's not Alexander.... 

 This chapter is dedicated to @colorful_dystopia

                     22. Holy War

“And he hated himself and hated her, too, for the ruin they'd made of each other.” 

The Given day, Dennis Lehane

“This color looks perfect on you, Ms. Wallace,” a Japanese woman from a beauty salon mentioned with a foreign accent, as she was polishing Helena’s nails. “Since the queen was seen with black nails, it became a trend.”

“Undo them now,” she hissed annoyed and dragged her hands away from the lady.

Alexander stared at her from the other side of his office. He was very patient with Helena lately. Her behavior most of the times was outrageous, but he was trying not to pay attention. He stared at Hudson, who was standing at the door waiting for him discretely. They had a meeting with the Minister of Defense in exactly seventeen minutes, so he was killing time.

The incident with the shooting a month ago, was a revelation to him. The King was transformed into a serious politician and businessman. Even his own father, who was always complaining that Alexander wasn’t working enough, was surprised. During his trip to Brussels for the European summit, he proved to the whole Europe that Redmond was a rapidly developing country. After his return to the Redmonian capital, he was absorbed in meetings, proving to everyone that he was a capable and strong leader, absolutely worthy of the throne.

Suddenly, a loud girlish laughter coming from the corridors, dragged him out of his thoughts. He lifted his head in response, realizing that it was Roselyn’s laughter. Yes, it was hers for sure.

“What’s wrong?” he asked Hudson and stared at the door.

“Nothing, my Lord. The Queen,” the assistant retorted and tried to hide his amusement. “She is laughing.”

Alexander froze like a statue and lifted his eyebrow. He tried to remember when was the last time he had heard her laughing like. He realized it was… never.  Roselyn was never laughing, not even smiling. For a moment, he thought that she was doing that in order to break his nerves, but her laughter was so… spontaneous, so alive, so carefree.  A male voice made his muscles clench, and his jaw tightened in response.

“Who is outside?” he snapped aggravated and curious at the same time.

“The Queen, Sir. With Mr. Mullock.”

 “Who is Mr. Mullock?” Helena asked and rolled her eyes. “I’ve never heard of him before.”

“I don’t know,” The King barked and frowned, trying to remember the surname. He had heard it again for sure, it was familiar. Mullock… Mullock. Surely, it wasn’t a Redmonian surname. Maybe an ambassador or a foreign journalist. Yes. She was accepting foreign reporters now and then. 

“It’s Ms. Jade’s brother from the U.S.A, Ms Wallace.”

Hudson’s voice put him in a state of shock. Jade’s brother? What the hell was he doing here, in his territory? Phillip had informed him that they were hosting someone, but he could never think that he was related with Roselyn. He already hated this man, even thought he hadn’t seen his face. He hated him for making her laugh like that.