Chapter Two-Hundred-And-Fifty
**3rd Person POV**
The letter from King Armand reached Queen Emily and Alpha Dagen in no time. Because of its urgency and seriousness, the letter was sent to The Council of Elders for their assessment. It was decided that the wandering trio of the Council go to King Armand's palace to oversee the investigations.
When they reached King Armand's court with this message, Armand thought that it was only fair that they remain and watch how things turn out. However, Queen Agatha was strongly against it.
“As far as we know, they are here to help destroy evidence,” said Queen Agatha in a strong voice. She had permitted enough already but she was not going to allow even more werewolves under her roof especially when the very werewolf that had broken her heart two hundred years ago when she was still very young was standing right before her eyes.
Elder Thaddeus.
She hated that he was still very handsome even though he was now very old. He still stood proud and upright and his body still exuded strength. King Armand was a lot younger and yet his body did not have the fit that her Elder Thaddeus had. She also hated that she could remember everything from that long time ago as though it were yesterday. How she had loved this man! Her father and mother and everyone she knew then had warned her, but she had loved him still! Now she knew better than to trust him or any other werewolf for that matter.
“We have come to do no such thing. We simply want to ensure that the investigation is fair on our side. Of course, we deeply regret your loss but we must…”
“Armand dearest, tell these men that they are not welcome here,” King Armand was not the only one who was surprised she had addressed him so endearingly. Kristoff thought that he would throw up and then choke on his vomit afterwards.
“My Queen is not comfortable with your presence. Therefore, I will set up residence for you outside my palace,” returned King Armand wisely. He could not go against Agatha in public and he also could not turn away the werewolves, he might as well be declaring war on his nation if he did so.
“We appreciate your kindness,” replied Elder Davis.
“Major Drieden is a highly respected general in our lands. We had to start without you. As we speak, my guards are searching the rooms and the rest of the palace for the murder weapon,” said King Armand.
The Elders did not have a chance to reply because just then a guard came into the throne room. His expression told all that he had vital news.
“Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness, Prince Reginald has been taken into an interrogation room,” the guard reported. He was mindful of his language because of the presence of the strange-looking older men in their midst.
“Prince Reginald? What for?” even King Armand looked surprised. Meanwhile, Queen Agatha had a look of triumph on her face. She was thinking to herself that her assessment was right after all. The werewolves were not to be trusted.
“A lady's dress was found in his room,” said the guard.
“He's a virile young man,” said King Armand. He hardly thought this was reason enough.
“It was soaked in blood,” the guard said at last.
The room fell quiet. The Elders were surprised. They knew at once that someone had framed Reginald. He was a lot of things but he was not a killer.
“I told you, Armand. They are not to be trusted,” Agatha was staring directly into Thaddeus’ eyes as she said this. She hated that Thaddeus had no glimmer of recognition in his eyes when he looked at her. She knew however that he remembered her. He had an excellent memory and never forgot a thing.
“I am certain there has been some sort of mistake. Prince Reginald is no murderer,” it was Elder Thaddeus who said this.
“And yet, the evidence suggests otherwise,” said Queen Agatha, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
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Prince Reginald was seated behind a wooden chair that was too short to accommodate his long legs. He was already being treated like a criminal even though he had not been heard. Of course, he had been immensely shocked when the guards had discovered the bloodied dress in his room. He had absolutely no knowledge of how it had gotten there in the first place.
“Who owns the dress that was found in your room?” It was a man named Titus who had been placed in charge of the questioning. Besides his many years on the job, he had no personal bias against or for the werewolves.
“I do not know,” came Reginald's response. He had been in too much shock that he had failed to look at the dress closely. Besides, with all the blood on the dress, it was almost unrecognisable.
“You do not remember the person that you murdered?” asked Titus.
“I did not kill anybody.”
“You killed her and hid the evidence,” said Titus.
Reginald said nothing. If it was already decided that he was guilty there was no point defending himself.
Titus stood up and walked to the door. When he returned, he was back with the dress that had been found in his room.
“Look at the dress very well and tell me that you do not know who this dress belongs to?” questioned Titus.
For the first time, Reginald really looked at the dress. It was mangled in blood but he could see the design very clearly. At once, he knew who the dress belonged to and there was no way, absolutely no way he could defend himself.
“It belongs to Nydia. She wore it to dinner that evening,” said Reginald in a quiet tone.
“So you do know who owns the dress. Now, I will ask you, after dinner where did you go to?” questioned Titus.
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