Chapter Two-Hundred-and-Forty-Five
**3rd Person POV**
Kristoff swallowed. He was going to do it now. He was going to tell her that they needed to end their affair. He had to tell her that they could not carry on with their secret affair. They just couldn't do it anymore. There was just too much at stake besides Major Drieden.
“It's alright, I know how to take care of bullies like Drieden,” she said with a smile. Kristoff was losing his mind. He realised now that there was no way he could possibly inform Charlotte that they should stop seeing each other when all he could think of doing was kissing her. As though she could read his mind, Charlotte closed the space between them.
Just a few yards away someone shook their head and promised to make them pay.
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Nydia knew one thing to be clear. The werewolves were her ticket to freedom. The palace was her ticket to freedom. If she wanted to be free from Major Drieden forever, she had to do something now.
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Reginald was enjoying his evening at the stables. He was stroking his horse, Diamond which was a gift from his father to him. He had just come back from talking to Kristoff. A part of him told himthat Kristoff was not going to stop seeing Charlotte but there was nothing to be done. He could not tell Charlotte what to do with her life besides he was not in any position to tell her who to sleep with when he himself wanted so desperately to sleep with a married woman.
“Prince Reginald,” he looked back to see Lady Lowell behind him. He acted surprised to see her when in fact, he knew that she came into the stables at this time to see her horse which stood beside Diamond. She entered his stall and asked, “May I?” pointing at the horse.
“Of course,” he stepped back so he could allow her to pat the horse. Diamond was a friendly horse and she did not mind Lady Lowell's touch at all.
“She's beautiful,” she said. She had a smile on her face that matched the tune of her lovely voice.
“You really like horses…” Then realizing that could be mistaken for an admittance of having watched her come here so often he said, “I mean, do you like horses?”
“I grew up around horses. My father breeds horses,” she responded with a smile. Reginald wanted her to say more just to listen to her voice so he asked, “Really? How was it growing up? Around horses I mean.”
“I only got to ride them. My mother would not allow me to dirty my hands. She believed a lady's place was making house and not birthing horses or reeling in dung.”
“I would like to ride Diamond, will you ride with me?” Reginald's heart beat fast as he asked.
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Lowell stared at the scrunched-up note in his hand. The note was signed by Major Drieden. The note said that Drieden wanted to see him at once at the stables. Lowell thought it was strange that Drieden would send him a note. They just did not operate that way. They usually met at a specific time at the same place every other month for business. Therefore, if Drieden had sent him a note, it had to be a matter of urgency. It was either he had discovered his relationship with Francesca and wanted to kill him or they had urgent business to discuss. He knew of course that the current negotiations would put a damper on their black market business.
Lowell read through the letter again. On closer observation, the letter looked like it had been written by someone else besides Major Drieden. Lowell had been privileged to see Drieden's handwritten notes at least once and the man’s writing was a scrawl. However, this note was very clear.
Lowell read the note for the last time. He was challenged with indecision.
What could Major Drieden possibly want to discuss with him now that could not wait? His mind played the events at dinner and how Major Drieden had mentioned that Francesca would be part of his family when he married Prince Ashton's sister. It was possible that Drieden had decided to punish Francesca because he had found out about their affair.
Lowell took a deep breath in. Whatever the case was, he was going to face the vampire squarely.
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Major Drieden was standing alone in the stall with his horse. He was waiting anxiously for someone.
“Where the f*ck have you been?” he demanded harshly. He was not a patient man and above all, he hated when someone kept him waiting. He had endured all sorts of humiliation at the dining hall today and he was in a particularly foul mood.
“I had to come prepared,” came the response. Drieden looked up to see the person holding a gun against his head.
“What do you mean by this?” Drieden demanded.
The person uncorked the safety of the gun and the last thing Drieden would hear was the click sound of the gun.
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“Armand, you do not look happy to see me here,” commented Queen Agatha. She had not expected her husband to leap for joy at her presence but she had not expected him to be so nervous to see her either.
“Why are you back so early?” he asked her.
“I decided to cut my trip short seeing that no one tells me anything any more. How could you allow Gabriella to marry Ashton?” demanded Agatha. She had heard many stories about how Ashton abused his women. She could not believe that Armand had indulged their daughter's naive emotions and had blessed the marriage.
“It was her choice,” returned Armand.
“And whose choice was it to invite the werewolves into our home, huh? Armand, you cannot…”
“Enough, Agatha! Enough! You hate the werewolves because one broke your heart. You cannot allow your personal life to cloud your judgement as monarch,” replied King Armand.
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