The King's Queen

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Chapter Twenty Three ▪︎ The King's Queen

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Thank you for 2 k reads. This extra chapter is my gift to you, along with completely re-editing the beginning of this book. I have already edited everything up to chapter six.

Again, thank you. I hope you actually are enjoying the book.

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Flashback

He wasn't too excited for today. It was going to be another long day of labour, and his mother wasn't feeling too well. Snow was pelting down at the ground from the heavens, freezing him to the bone.

His old coat was soon soaked. He couldn't understand why the gods were punishing him and his people with this everlasting storm.

What have they done to deserve it?

The king had another lavish ball planned, making his work three times more complicated and stressfull. He walked into the palace through the servant's entrance and hung his drenched coat next to the door on a hook.

It was a bit warmer inside, but it still wasn't too pleasant. He dried his hair with an old rag he kept in the pocket of his torn pants and changed into his work clothes.

They were immaculate, as always- after all, the king couldn't have dirty peasants working in his castle.

He hated the old man. He was unfaithul to all of his former wives, and killed any bastard child that was ever born of his scandalous affairs.

He never did anything for the country, but spend it's gold and jewels on these lavish balls. The city was full of homeless children and elderly people were throw out on the street because they didn't have enough money to pay for their taxes.

"Alexander, could you bring some logs from the outside for me, please?" Ms. Amelia asked him. He always had a soft spot for her because she reminded him of his elderly mother.

"Of course, miss." He smiled at her and walked out to the gardens. The snow was shovelled but he was still very careful because there was a layer of ice over the stone steps.

He walked to the wall of logs and pulled back the green tarp keeping them dry to take out as many logs as he could.

He turned around and placed the logs in a wheelbarrow next to him. He repeated the process until no more logs could fit.

He grasped the handles and drove it to the entrance. By now the snow had stopped falling and he could go outside without getting soaked.

He knocked on the doors and they opened, revealing two guards who Alexander was very familiar with. He greeted them with a nod and they took the logs from the wheelbarrow and took them inside. He did the same, and once there were no more to carry, he returned the wheelbarrow to it's spot.

He walked inside of the castle and slipped off his large boots and put on the leather shoes.

He came inside of the kitchen and started cutting the various vegetables for the vegetable soup on the menu.

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Seconds turned to minutes, and minutes to hours.

Alexander was zoned out, thinking about his worries and problems when someone grabbed him by his shoulder and turned him around.

He was faced with one of the king's generals. He immidiately bowed his head, following the strict protocol.

"The king has requested your presence." The general spoke. He said nothing more as the two guards behind him dragged him violently to the king's quarters.