Dearly loved by a son 2

It was a tradition to have the king seal his words in the court, so he wouldn't change his mind thereafter. When the man had presented the papers that the king would need, they saw the king take it in anger before scribbling something and then sealing it.

"Wonderful, thank you father". Khaldun said, giving a deep bow to the king who did not bother to respond to him.

Without permission from the king as he was already fuming, a minister signalled a guard to get something. All attention drew to the woman on chains, who was forcefully pushed by two guards who pulled her in, as she almost tripped because of the struggle to get away from their hold.

They saw them push the woman to the ground as she kneeled, raising her bruised face to stare at the king.

" My lord, this is the witch, minister Adulse had spoken of. She was found caught, chained and tortured, her fate would be decided by you as she is the wife of a nobleman.

The King silently stared at the woman who was chained. She gave a crazy smile before throwing her head back in laughter.

"Worthless people". The woman said, before spitting out in spite.

" You kill the good witches and let go of the evil ones all in the name of trying to preserve the human race so you could have them work for your evil motives. Yes, I am a witch and I wouldn't deny my heritage but - - -". She paused, turning to stare around the room.

"But I am the witch who mostly protects people I see in harm - - "

The witch didn't finish her words before she was slapped hard on the face by the minister who had spoken.

"Do you have no remorsefulness and shame that you were caught in the abominable act and yet you speak so vile to the king- -

" Your King would suffer, your king would perish, he is the bringer and representation of - - -".

Again, the witch was not allowed to speak when the king had come down the throne to thug the chains tightly on her neck, strangling her.

"I would make sure, you are sent to where your kinds belong to". King Bratador said, before letting go of the woman, who thrashed for air.

" Since she is found in the abominable act, send her to the dungeon. She would be staked before dusk". The King announced, going back to sit on his throne.

"Let go of me, let me go". The woman thrashed as she longed for freedom. "Let go of me you, serpent. You would all perish and go to hell. Your king would send you all to hell". She screamed, her voice dying down outside the door, which shut closed.

The King sighed in frustration, rubbing his forehead, his day was already ruined. " This meeting is adjourned, whatever reports you may have next would be rescheduled to the next gathering. You may all leave". King Bratador announced.

With no objection, the ministers, raised their feet to march out of the court except Bastian who leaned still waiting for the people to disperse with Khaldun who was staring at the king who stared back at him.

"I didn't know peasants are suddenly authorized to stand on the same grounds with the nobles. Tch, tch. You may ask your peasant friend to exit the room also". King Bratador said to Khaldun when he had seen the room was empty except for the boy, Khaldun and his advisor standing beside him.

Khaldun's eyes narrowed slightly before he broke into a wide smile. Bastian who was referred to as a peasant didn't bother to utter a word, instead continued to give an unaffected bored look before receiving a nod signal to leave, from Khaldun.

" Will try to sharpen my claws outside". Bastian whispered to Khaldun who gave him a wink before he exited the room.

"How lowly you have stooped as a prince, mingling with lowlifes. I must say it is a shame". King Bratador commented, glimpsing at a scroll he had taken from the man beside him.

Khaldun chuckled, pulling himself from the wall he had leaned on, striding slowly to the king. " I thought you earlier said, you were proud of me, what changed after the gathering? Seems your words were lies?". He questioned his father, who stared at him, giving no response to him.

" Father, believe me, I also feel humiliated, because I truly lack upbringing from the man who was supposed to mould me. The woman who was presumed to take up such a role was instead confined in an isolated castle, tell me father where will I get the so-called home discipline from, From your deceased father then? Khaldun poked, the instant mad smile dancing on his lips.

King Bratador's eyes flared in resentment, trying to restrain himself from pouncing on this useless so-called son. "Where have you been to?". He asked instead, ignoring what Khaldun had said earlier.

Khaldun was beginning to have the wonderful moments of his life by seeing his father get ruffled and then trying to restrain himself from doing things that would stain his name. What a cunning man

" Me?". Khaldun asked with a fake astonishment, staring at his father who stared at him like he was stupid.

"Oh, you were referring to me". Khaldun said, acting like he just understood, nodding his head and rubbing his chin in thought. " I have been drinking at the tavern, going sightseeing, gambling and fucking with countless beautiful ladies, you might even get a shock if you get to know your concubine was one of them". Khaldun informed his father to see the man's jaw tick in anger.

"I was kidding father". Khaldun chuckled, raising his hands in the air. " You should at least have some trust in your woman or could it be she's also a slut?". Khaldun questioned with wide eyes.

"ENOUGH!!". King Bratador yelled, veins protruding his head. " Enough with this stupidity, go buy some shame, boy". King Bratador said. He was already having heart damage from listening to him.

The King threw a scroll on the ground to Khaldun, who was still smiling stupidly at him. "That is a seal to get you into the castle, don't you ever imagine doing something foolish as your personality". King Bratador warned his son, who was already picking the scroll.

" Believe me father, you know I would never do anything that would stain your name". Khaldun said.

King Bratador scoffed at the words of the boy who had spoken to him. The boy had neither taken his personality nor after his mother who was confined in a deserted castle. "You better be careful on the dark path you thread on, you might never know where a hole is drilled".

" Are you saying I would fall if I am trying to steal the throne under your nose? Don't worry father, I have a satisfactory perception". Khaldun smiled as he turned to walk away from his father, the scroll in his hand and the smile on his face faltering.

King Bratador continued to stare at the retreating figure until he saw the door shut after him. He turned to his side with a raised brow, staring at the man beside him.

"I thought you said you had eyes on him?".