Punishment...2

"I've forgiven you...!" He said.

"But you won't live in the Castle anymore...!"

Everyone's eyes bulged out.

Andrew's head that was bowed down was now raised at the hearing of this.

The Queen that had been staring at her son with a blank and expressionless gaze and her eyes that were on her son but her mind was on how to deal with this promiscuous son of hers, also had her consciousness back, eyes shot out and her head turned in the direction of her husband beside her with her attention all on him.

"What did you say...?" She asked in a voice that was nothing less to a whisper.

The King smiled, he had been waiting for this.

Turning his head to his right, he smiled at his wife and said;

"I've been looking for ways to make you talk to me...!"

The Queen smiled a little, but that didn't mean she smiled fully.

"You haven't answered my question..." She said.

"What question?" He asked.

"What did you say, and what do you mean by what you said?" She asked again calmly adding another question to the already previous unanswered question.

Turning his head away, his smile was still on l, but it had reduced it's volume.

"I know what I'm doing...!" He said in a gentle calm voice that only he and his wife the Queen could hear.

He looked back at his wife and smiled gently, the smile was so affectionate, it melted the Queen's hardened heart.

As he smiled, he raised his hand and caressed her cheek with his thumb, causing her to smile a little.

That smile made his day, but he had his promiscuous son below him to deal with.

So, switching from affectionate husband state, to solemn King state, he turned his attention back to the boy below them and spoke, while his wife, the Queen, looked on at him.

"Your stay in the Castle has come to an end as you would be leaving Castle to a nearby village, where you would stay for a short time, in order to groom you for the time being!" The King said in his deep voice.

The Queen thought it was a very nearby village so she relaxed and returned her attention to the boy below them.

At the mention of  'A nearby village's, Andrew's heart calmed down a bit. But he was still curious.

"Um, father...?" He called.

His father gave him his full attention this time as he looked at him and replied;

"Yes?"

He cleared his throat and asked;

"What is the name of the nearby village...?"

"Hope it is not too far...?!" He asked, but was cut short by his father, The King.

"Ah, no...!" His father said.

"The village is not too far, just somewhere around this region...!" He said as he used his right hand to point at his right side to indicate the village should be around that region.

"It's not too far...!" The King emphasized.

"But where is it located, what's the name of the village...!" Andrew persisted.

The Queen gave him a sharp look that was overlooked because he didn't see it. However, the King gave him a stare, and it had his knees quivering. Although he was still kneeling on the floor.

"I said, it's not that far, and what do you want to use the location of the village for...why do you want to know?!" The King roared.

Shivering, Andrew's voice quivered as he said;

"N...n...nothing f...f...father I was j...j...just saying no! W...w...what I mean w...w...what I meant was, no...I mean...what are my saying...?!" He stuttered.

"W...w... what...w...w...why...I...I...I...very soon, you'll start saying 'p...p...poo...I...I...I wanna p...p...poop!'" The King mimicked in order to make jest of Andrew.

Everyone burst into laughter. Even the Queen couldn't help chuckling as she used her left hand to cover her mouth.

Andrew on the other hand smiled and bowed his head in order to face the ground under him.

Though, he bowed his head, he couldn't resist the temptation to raise his head and look at all those who were laughing at him.

Looking at them all smiling, he thought;

'Don't worry all of you...!'

'I'll still come back and take what's rightfully mine...once I'm King, you a will pay!' He added in his head.

As if reading his thoughts, an elderly man, that belonged to the council, and was also the King's right-hand man and Chief Adviser, said;

"Now I don't know about that look Andrew!" The man's sharp voice caught Andrew's attention.

Looking straight at him, Andrew asked;

"What do you mean Councilman Philip?!" His own voice seemed sharp and arrogant towards the elder. But the older man smiled and said;

"That look..." He began as he pointed at Andrew.

"That look you had on just now, you'd think you'll be back the same way you left, in order to torture and torment us...!" He said.

"But I will assure you, you will enjoy the perfect treatment that would be given you...if, you will be able to survive it...!" He said with a smile.

That last past had the whole council fair with laughter. Even the King had his fill.

He laughed with them because only three of them knew what 'they' have in store for Andrew.

The Queen seemed to understand what Philip had said as she was the last person to complete the three that had planned it all, because she gave him a stern look from her throne, Councilman Philip quickly apologized;

"My apologies My Queen...!" And then shut his mouth.

But that didn't stop him from having an inward hearty laugh, while on the outside, he still laughed but just used his hand to prevent himself from laughing too loud.

"Come on Darling, it's the truth...you've never known Philip to be a liar now, have you?!"

The King urged the Queen, but she gave him a pretty stern look that had the King close his mouth, clear his throat and then faced his front to look at Andrew.

But that didn't stop him form stealing a glance at his extraordinarily beautiful wife, who was now fuming in anger.