The Monstrous King and his sweet Evil Queen
In the mysterious realm of Kalvon, where shadows whispered tales of Kings and Queens, none were as infamous as King Jetaime. Whispers echoed through the cobblestone corridors and darkened chambers of the palace, painting a macabre portrait of a heartless sovereign scarred by the cruelty of fate. His legs, so the tales spun, were lifeless appendages, and his face, a grotesque canvas of boils. His was a visage that struck terror into the hearts of those who dared imagine it. Yet, destiny took an unforeseen turn on the eve of a grand wedding night. Princess Jaelyn, cursed and hidden away within the confines of Malavon Castle, was the unwilling pawn in a malevolent game of power. Her name, synonymous with evil, and her every step marked by the devil's touch. However, as she stepped into the grand hall to meet her monstrous groom, a man emerged before her, shattering the grotesque image painted by gossip. King Jetaime stood not as the rumored monster, but as a vision of unexpected sweetness, love, and undeniable handsomeness. The discrepancy between the tales and the reality sparked a whispered question in the minds of those who witnessed this surreal union — had she unwittingly married an imposter, or were the rumors nothing more than twisted fragments of a darker imagination? As King Jetaime and Princess Jaelyn embarked on their tumultuous journey, the chessboard of power and revenge unfolded. Locked in a dance of secrets and hidden motives, the two found themselves entangled in a love that defied the expectations set by the world. The King, who had never allowed anyone close, now placed his heart willingly in her hands. Princess Jaelyn, driven by the flames of vengeance, found an unexpected ally in the man she was supposed to despise. Together, they navigated the treacherous waters of courtly politics, facing a power struggle fueled by conspiracies that threatened to tear them apart. In the battle between love and destiny, the question lingered like an ethereal mist — was their connection a mere human maneuver or a divinely fated love? As the story unfolded, the narrative wove a tapestry of twists and turns, challenging the very essence of their existence. Could love truly conquer all things, or were some cases destined to be eternally hopeless? Two empty hearts, two lives devoid of love, collided in a dance of darkness and light. A monster king and an evil queen united to become one, their journey unfurling like a forbidden scroll. The world watched with bated breath as the saga unfolded — a tale of love, betrayal, and the relentless pursuit of a destiny that defied the predetermined life. Cover by Java graphics.
Demotion
The sunlight glistened through the window on Lyn's face, Jetaime quickly closed the curtains. He enjoys having her in her bed and waking up by her side. He wished he could ask her to move into her bed chamber with him without scaring her.
Lyn was still fast asleep, Jetaime didn't want to wake her up while leaving, he plant a kiss on her forehead and tried to move in silence as possible, but Lyn walked up. You're leaving, " Lyn whispered, yearning.
"Should I help you with the armor?" Lyn asked. She realized he wasn't going to the court dressed in fighting clothes.
"No, no, it's fine. Byron will do it. I'm going to train with the warriors," Jetaime hissed with a smile.
"Can I come watch, I'm bored to death here," Lyn sighed with a sad face. Jetaime couldn't resist her cute face.
"Alright, fine, I will tell Madam Yina to get you ready only after taking your breakfast and your medicine. You kept coughing in the middle of the night," Jetaime said, caressing her chin.
"Okay," Lyn sounded happy. She couldn't wait to actually do something meaningful for the day. She was good at handling daggers and wooden swords. She would love to be able to swing a real sword, and maybe she would learn a thing or two while watching Jetaime and his men fight.
"Be good and listen to Madam Yina," Jetaime finally said before walking out of the room. He knows how stubborn she could be.
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"What is the King up to now?" Prince Danyon grumbled, pacing around.
"Why can't you be happy he finally set Princess Asa free," Prince Dewey mumbled as Consort Suva is in deep thought.
"He didn't set me free, I'm never going to be free. I'm practically his slave if not his sex toy. He stripped off my title and forbid me from stepping foot in the east wing. Meaning I can never leave here," Asa complained. After several weeks of wearing practically no clothes, she wears a long white gown feeling a little of her old self again.
Prince Dewey, having experienced life outside the palace with no money and little respect for his status, now appreciates the simple things he once took for granted. His mother even made him a metal finger to replace the one he lost, or that was brutally cut off by the queen. "At least you don't have to rely on men here. This place has everything you could ever need, and more," he remarked.
"There is no point talking about it. The King had made his move. We need to prepare for a comeback," Consort Suva stuttered, stepping down from her chair.
"How can you say that when the king and queen seem like two love birds who can't get enough of each other? With the rainbow sky yesterday, everyone sees her as a goddess," Asa exclaimed.
"What about the little spy we planted by the queen's side?" Prince Dewey asked, looking at his mother.
"She is useless. Speaking of which, why is she taking so long?" Consort Suva whispered, she had sent her little maid on a mission, and she is still not back yet.
"Who, Mother?" Prince Dewey asked as they all looked at Consort Suva, who suddenly grew nervous. They were waiting for some clarity just as she was about to speak. The king's men show up with a scroll that saved her for the time being.
"What brings you here?" Consort Suva asked as the head of the quarters. She approached them, and Byron took out the royal decree.
With a commanding voice, Byron proclaimed a royal edict and extended an invitation to approach.
Consort Suva gulps down her doubt and fears as she goes down on her knees as well as everyone present. The royal decree of the king is as if the king was speaking in person. Byron waited for them to pay their respect accordingly deemed before he opened to read the decree loud to their hearing.
"For the sake of my deceased father, the king, I promise to spare your lives at all costs. Just for that sake and the council's pardon, Consort Suva, royal Consort of the former King, and my half brothers Prince Danyon and Prince Dewey will maintain their titles as Princes of this great empire but just for the sake of it. Every power and benefit that comes out of it is being stripped of them.
Secondly, on that note, your monthly allowance as part of the royal family is reduced by 50%," Byron reads as Consort Suva's blood boils folding her fist.
"Stripe of all military powers effective immediately, you can no longer access the royal treasury or order for anything from the royal store... but..."
"This can't be happening. He can't do this to us. What crime have we committed to deserve this kind of cruelty from my own son!" Consort Suva stuttered. She couldn't hold back her anger anymore. Jetaime hurt them where it hurt the most. At the end of the day, he successfully breaks his enemies apart. It was the prime minister's idea, not his.
"I haven't finished speaking yet, your grace. Please allow me to continue," Byron whispered as Prince Danyon and Prince Dewey approached to console their mother. "Thanks to my mother's unwavering commitment and hard work as the queen, she is now released from all her duties, effective immediately," Byron murmured, secretly relishing this moment. He had been waiting for this opportunity to put those haughty princes in their rightful place.
"Oh my goodness!" Consort Suva exclaimed, feeling deeply hurt. She couldn't bear the thought of losing to the queen.
"The situation is improving. The king has decided to award you with 100,000 gold coins and 100,000 silver coins," Byron murmured, before closing the scroll and waiting for one of them to receive the decree.
"This is unacceptable! I am still the king's mother, he can't treat me this way!" Consort Suva shouted, now sitting on the floor.