To Kill A King

Chapter V

I UPLOADED THIS CHAPTER AGAIN BECAUSE EVERYONE WAS SAYING THAT THEY COULDN'T, READ, OR VOTE. THIS IS NOT A NEW CHAPTER. IT'S THE SAME ONE. HOPES THIS FIXES THE PROBLEM.

Chapter V:

Okay, let's review.

My birthday ball was a success until my newfound mate shifted and ripped out my father's throat. Now, if he was human that would've killed him instantly, but because he was a werewolf with super healing abilities, he still had a fighting chance. He might not be the same physically or mentally, but there he was still a chance that he could survive this whole ordeal.

We still didn't know if he would though. My father was in surgery with Doctor Lee for almost ten hours after the incident happened. Doctor Lee had succeeded in sealing up the wound and for the last two days, he's been in a coma, and it's scaring us because he hadn't woken up.

Doctor Lee didn't know if he ever would because when Ezra attacked him, his teeth latched on to his trachea and broke pieces of it off. Now we're werewolves, but we're not immortal. We can heal from most things, but I don't know if we could heal from literally having our throats ripped out, and neither did the doctor. All we could do was wait.

All of us, expect Rion, were all walking around in a strange limbo, confused, not really sure what to do next. He had taken control of the throne, charging into the war room and immediately ordering a new strike all the while Ezra rotted in his prison cell.

I was lost.

I had an overwhelming desire to march to the dungeon and free him, but I knew that was a death wish. If my father died, Ezra would most likely be executed. If my father lived, Ezra would still most likely be executed. There was nothing I could to save him, and if Rion found out I was the one behind his release, he and the rest of my siblings would kill me.

With a defeated sigh, I plopped down on my bed. I could hear the guards walking around and joking outside my door. Since the attack, the kingdom had been on high alert; Rion ordered constant patrol around the border of our land, and at least two guards to follow us around and be outside our rooms at all times. I understood why, but damn, it was annoying as hell.

Lying around being depressed about Ezra was also annoying, but every time I went to see Tavvy. She was either crying or going on and on about how worried she was about Daddy. I'm not going to lie. I'm worried too—but I refuse to sit around and cry about it.

It was a few more hours before I finally decided to do what I've been thinking about all day: going to see Ezra. Its not going to be easy because I had to get pass the guards outside my room and the ones standing outside his prison door, but it was nothing that a little bribe wouldn't take care of. Rion placed the same guards outside of my door that Daddy use to when he didn't want me wandering the castle. The two of them were greedy, and as long as I had the right amount of money, they would allow me to walk right past them.

After a quick shower and changing into a comfortable pair of sweats and an oversized shirt, I decided that it was time to put my plan into action. With a sweet, forced smile, I opened the door, and the two guards fazed at me suspiciously, already knowing that I was up to no good. It didn't take long. I literally just had to give them one hundred dollars each. It was easy peasy mac and cheesy.

I moved quickly and quietly through the halls because not all guards were thagt easily bribed. Some would either take me to RIon or force me to go back to my room. It took a little of ducking and doging, but my superhuman hearing made it easeier to tell if a guard was close or not. If they were, I simply took another route. In this castle, there was more than three ways to get to a single destination.