Chapter Hundred-and-Eight
Dagen's POV
Edvin stepped into the drawing room, eyes trained on me with an expression that told me he’d found something significant. I held his gaze, waiting, knowing he wouldn’t come to me empty-handed.
"How do you do?" He asked, trying to appear casual and nonchalant. He walked towards the table in the drawing room and picked up an apple, biting into it as though he had not had a good meal in days. "Hm, this is good. From your orchard?"
"Yes," I answered. "I am doing pretty well," I said with a small smile.
“I have news, Your Majesty,” he said, his voice low, almost cautious. I could tell he was considering holding something back, what he should say and what not to say.
“Out with it,” I replied, keeping my voice steady, though I could feel the impatience seeping into my bones. "What have you found?"
“It’s Regina," he said.
"Is she alive?" I asked, sitting up immediately. My hopes had risen up so much because Regina being alive meant that my problems were solved. I just needed to get to her or get her back to my palace.
"This is not about her being alive or not," Edvin rolled his eyes. "The situation concerning who she is, is more important."
"Nothing is more important than her being alive and you know that," I sighed. "Stop with the suspense. Is she alive or not?"
"There is reason to believe."
"Reason to believe that she is alive?"
"No reason to believe that she is connected to King Napoleon," Edvin said. At first, I thought he was being sarcastic but from his facial expression, I could tell that he wasn't.
My eyebrows shot up again in shock. King Napoleon? It was unbelievable at the same time it was. I was told that Regina, my mate, was a hybrid and Napoleon was a king of hybrids, werewolves and vampires. Could that relation actually be true?
"How are they related?" I asked. "Is he..."
"Frankly speaking, I do not know," he replied. "I couldn’t get all the details—no one talks easily about it."
"Well," I sighed. "We should find out."
"But it seems Regina was also once a member of Alpha George’s pack.” He paused, glancing at me as though gauging my reaction.
Regina… connected to Napoleon? The thought settled in my mind like a thorn. Then again, she was also from Alpha George's pack. That would explain the mystery she seemed so deeply buried in, but the implications? Too many to count.
It could also explain why Alpha George had been at my palace, threatening, blackmailing and trying to convince me to help him convince the elders to drop the investigations they were carrying out.
Edvin continued, “From what I’ve pieced together, she was accused of murder while in the pack and was arrested. She was going to be beheaded publicly for it. A charge that, from what I understand, was entirely fabricated. She had no choice but to run. That is why she ended up in Mosvil."
“Enough.” I cut him off, not wanting to hear more—not yet. I needed a moment to let this revelation sink in. The room suddenly felt stifling. I sunk my head in my hands suddenly feeling some unexplainable kind of guilt wrenching at my chest. I sucked in a sharp breath, a tear almost finding its way down my face.
She had already gone through a lot in Alpha George's pack and was accused of a crime, only for her to end up here and I treated her in the worst possible way. I wished I could turn back the hands of the clock.
"Dagen," Edvin said, putting a hand on my shoulder.
I lifted up my eyes and managed to give him a small smile. "I am alright."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, yes." A thought suddenly crossed my room so I stood up. “Wait for me here in the drawing room, I shall be back soon,” I said to him, walking towards the door.
I slipped away to my private library, so I could think clearly and to retrieve something I had that could link me to Regina, or rather reveal more about who she really was. Her identity was something that was veiled in mystery and that could actually help me.
Leaning against a shelf, I closed my eyes and thought of Regina and smiled sadly, allowing a tear to drop from my eyes as she floated in my vision.
I approached a drawer I had not opened in about five years. There, in a locked drawer, lay an old map Regina had on her when she was brought to me. When my guards had found her in the forest. I’d examined it countless times, yet it remained a mystery—a map to somewhere, but I’d never deciphered where.
Then I had been obsessed with finding out where the map led to but it seemed impossible for me to do so.
I brought it out, unrolling it and examining the map that made no sense. Sighing, I closed the drawer and walked out of the library walking towards the drawing room only to meet him walking towards me. "I told you to wait for me," I rolled my eyes. "Patience does not kill Edvin."
"Do you realize how long you were gone?"
"It was merely a few minutes," I replied.
"When you left, were the corridors bright?" He asked.
"Yes..."
"And right now, torches are providing light, not the sun."
"I only..." I trailed off. Had I thought about Regina for that long?
I unrolled the map and handed it over to Edvin, he stared at it, wide-eyed. “This… this map,” he murmured, almost to himself. “It fits everything I’ve uncovered. Regina… she was likely trying to reach the Dark Moon Clan when she was forced to hide in Mosvil.”
I narrowed my eyes, wondering how he could easily get that from just seeing the map. “Find out the connection between Alpha George and King Napoleon since this map seems to connect them.”
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