LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 11: Weird dealings
The Queen Mother paced her study restlessly, her hands wringing as if she could squeeze the anxiety out of her veins. Her mind was a storm, circling around Elara, Theron, and the precarious web of plans they had meticulously woven. The thought of her husband, and her daughter put her in a wreck of emotions . What would become of them , their future , if something unspeakable happened to Elara?
She dragged a hand through her silver-threaded hair, her nerves fraying with every passing second. She could feel herself unraveling when the heavy oak doors creaked open. Morgana entered first, her composure sharp and steady, followed by Harrison, her son's royal advisor, whose every move was laced with a subtle, cunning charm.
"How is it? Any news? What is happening? Is she okay?" The Queen Mother's words spilled out in a rush, her tone teetering on desperation. "And where is Theron? Has he handled everything—"
"Your Grace," Morgana interrupted gently but firmly, stepping closer. "Please, calm yourself. Everything is under control."
The Queen Mother fixed Morgana with a sharp glare, her breath uneven as she prepared to demand more answers. But before she could, a maid entered quietly, balancing a silver tray with a delicate porcelain teapot and a steaming cup.
"What is this now?" the Queen Mother snapped, her impatience flaring as her sharp eyes flicked to the tray.
"For the nerves, Your Grace," Morgana said smoothly, stepping beside the Queen Mother. "You will feel better, and then I will tell you everything."
The Queen Mother hesitated, her sharp gaze lingering on Morgana and after a moment of silence, she relented with a sigh, sinking into her high-backed chair. "Fine."
Morgana nodded approvingly, her posture never faltering as the Queen Mother sipped the tea with reluctant elegance. Once the maid had left the room and the heavy doors were closed behind her, Harrison's eyes gleamed mischievously, darting between the two women.
"Speak now," the Queen Mother commanded, her voice steadier but still edged with tension.
Morgana inclined her head and began , her tone solemn , "The Queen is alive, Your Grace." She said carefully,"But she is in coma ."
The Queen Mother froze, the teacup trembling slightly in her grip. Before she could spiral into her usual dramatics, Morgana quickly continued. "She was clawed by the lycan. Her chest was badly wounded, but we all know what kind of being the Queen is - she will be healed in no time."
The Queen Mother's hands trembled as she set the teacup down. "A coma... What if she never wakes? What of the beast? Has it been dealt with?"
This time, Harrison spoke, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "The lycan is not dead, Your Grace. His Majesty though , has it all under control and it won't be attacking anyone of importance to us , for now ."
As he added the last part , Morgana passed a side eyes at Harrison who simply shrugged of the warning with a daunting ugly smirk .
The Queen Mother's eyes widened. "Contained? What madness is this? Why would he keep it alive? *tsk* Theron and his weird dealings ." The Queen Mother whispered the last part with irritation as she sipped on her tea .
"For strategy," Morgana says , her sharp gaze flicking to Harrison once more .
Harrison nods , leaning forward as he continued. "His Majesty has decided to use the lycan for a new greater purpose in the plan. A grand tournament is being planned—a spectacle where knights will face beasts in combat, and the nobles will bet on their champions. Alliances will be formed in this event - people will be looking foward to it but mostly those that are looking foward to seeing the Queen of Lunareth and still remember her."
Morgana folded her hands. "It's a calculated move, Your Grace. The nobles thrive on bloodlust and spectacle. The King thought this thoroughly and we will have the upperhand in this matter and plan of ours ."
The Queen Mother's expression shifts to more sinister as her frown turns into a devious smirk too ," Are you sure this brilliant plan didn't come from you and not my son , Morgana ? I really have lost my trust in those rotten brain cells of his ."
"Oh I would take the credit selfishly so , Your Grace , but it was all King Theron and Sir Harrison's plan ." Morgana said , having the Queen Mother's eyes shift to Harrison who awaited the praises from the scowling Queen Mother that never liked him from the first date , yet instead the praises never came and the Queen Mother only said ,"Don't get affected too . Once one potato rots , the others tend to follow . And I do not wish to shred any rotten potatoes when the smell will only worsen my year , but most especially not my son ."