"Are you really doing this for my mother?"
Richard took a step forward, blocking the sight of the queen and Simon looking at each other.
At this moment, Prince Richard is so rational that it makes people feel terrible.
"My mother didn't ask you to do this, right?" He said coldly, "From beginning to end, it was just your wishful thinking."
"...wishful thinking?" Simon's mood began to become unstable.
"Are you saying I'm wishful thinking?"
really.
As expected, people from the Masefield family even have cold blood flowing through their bodies.
Even Richard, as her biological son, would not care about her feelings...
"Abandon the delusions in your mind about how my mother is doing in private." Richard said expressionlessly.
"Before this, haven't you two not seen each other for nearly twenty years? You, and the princess in your impression, are no longer what you were before."
"For her now, Lownes is her real home. It is home to her relatives and friends, as well as me and my brother. On the contrary, Stuart is a completely strange place to her. Those old relatives and friends have long faded with the passage of time... She is no longer the princess of Stuart, but the queen of Lornes."
Richard said calmly but firmly, "She has completely gotten used to the life here. As a queen, she never needs your rescue. Everything you do is for yourself."
"That's not the case!" Simon shouted loudly: "The reason why I did so much is just to make her happy——"
"That's just to satisfy your own desires!"
Richard interrupted.
"...Whether it was your so-called sacrifices or your attempt to assassinate me or my father, when you were doing these things, you didn't actually think about the bad consequences my mother would face. You were just immersed in it. You cannot extricate yourself from the drama you have arranged for yourself.”
"The person who really pushed you to this point was not my mother, but you who firmly believed that a princess-saving drama was going on on the stage!"
After being given such an evaluation by Richard, Simon was stunned.
Wayne, who was standing outside the crowd, couldn't see the expression on the queen's face, whose back was turned to him.
But he noticed that the queen's clenched fists no longer trembled.
"The farce is almost over," he whispered.
Chris said a modal word for no apparent reason: "Huh?"
"Even if the queen is momentarily moved by the past friendship, the son she values most has expressed her attitude so clearly that it is not difficult for her to make a choice." Wayne sighed. "...In order to keep Richard, the queen was willing to send even Lawrence away."
The subsequent development was exactly as Wayne had guessed.
The queen tried her best to control her emotions and managed to regain her composure.
"Lambert, I'm sorry," she said.
"I didn't know that things in the past caused you such a big misunderstanding, but I really never expected anyone to save me, and I don't need that kind of thing."
The queen's tone became much colder than before.
To a certain extent, she looked very similar to the king at this moment.
"I said when I left Stuart that I hope you can live a good life in the future, but what you have done is exactly the opposite of what I expected."
The words that came out of the queen's mouth pierced Simon's heart more than any sharp knife.
He looked at the queen in disbelief, as if he were meeting this woman for the first time in his life.
"You...what did you say..."
The queen glanced at him with a very complicated look.
But there was finally no trace of tenderness in her tone.
"You were just a guard by my side in the past. We never had any commitment or affair. Lambert... you attacked my son first and assassinated my husband second, but you still had the face to talk to me just for the sake of being able to Make me happy?"
Faced with her loud questioning, Simon struggled wildly with his eyes wide open.
"It's not like this, it's not like this..."
The nobles who had kept a certain distance around them subconsciously spread out a little bit.
Just when he screamed, Richard stared at him suddenly with sharp eyes, suddenly pulled out the sword on his waist, and stabbed with one step——
The sharp blade cut through the skin, and the hot blood spilled onto His Highness the Prince's gorgeous dress.
Under the gaze of countless unexpected or horrified eyes, he slowly inserted the cold light, still stained with blood, back into the scabbard of his sword.
The prince, who was always so perfect that it seemed unreal, had an expression that was difficult to distinguish under the shadows.
"Lord Simon assassinated the king and slandered the queen...he deserves to be punished."
The whole place was silent.
…
The twists and turns of the banquet quickly came to an end.
Richard's unexpected behavior made even the king look astonished.
No one cared about what happened to this banquet. Although the king gave a final formal warning that the news should not be spread outside, he knew with his toes that such a big surprise could not be concealed.
However, what is more eye-catching than the old tidbits about the king and queen in private is the sudden thrust of Richard's sword.
"Don't sleep when you get home. Wait for me in the study."
After reuniting with his children, Duke Elliot said solemnly.
Wayne and Chris naturally understood what he meant and nodded obediently.
Different from the great fanfare and excitement when they went to the meeting, everyone was in a hurry when they left, as if they were afraid of staying for a long time.
Sitting on her carriage, Chris was worried.
"Wayne..." She seemed to want to say something, but she didn't know where to start.
Wayne held her hand and comforted: "Don't be afraid, and don't worry too much. Richard can handle these things."
Frankly speaking, even he did not expect Richard to use such a violent method to solve the problem. It was so different from the impression this prince usually left on others.
However, he believed that Richard must be sure.
"Alas..." Chrissy let out a long sigh, hugged Wayne's arm, and leaned softly on his shoulder.
"Tell me, why did they become like this..."
Are you asking the king? queen? Or Richard?
Wayne said uncertainly: "Maybe it's fate."
He gave an answer that seemed omnipotent but was actually just nonsense.
Tonight, although Simon died under Richard's sword, there are still many secrets about him that have not been answered.
And the turmoil caused by this incident... I'm afraid it won't end so easily.
