Ensnaring His Dark Moon - Chapter 135

Duchess Flora and the King burst out laughing when they heard that, ”Our daughter-in-law is indeed unique…” Alexander said, ”Moreover, she doesn’t need to learn all this… cough…cough…I just hope she can come back soon as my daughter-in-law and the future Queen of Visteria.”

”Esme is not going anywhere.”

A crisp voice attracted their attention.

Everyone glanced at the entrance where Aleister was standing with a few officials behind him. The man turned around and handed the parchment to the court official behind him, ”Deal with this matter and make sure that the Norwell family are being taken care of. They are our guests,” he said.

The court officials bowed to him before they retreated quietly.

Aleister stepped inside the room and closed the door behind him.

”What do you mean…cough…”

”I mean what I just said,” Aleister interrupted the King, ”Just take care of your own health and recover soon so that you can take care of your kingdom. You don’t need to be curious about my personal affairs,” he added, noticing the man’s strange expressions.

”But My Lord, it has already been decided,” Marlene found it strange the way Aleister talked to the King so indifferently but it was their family matter. Maybe the father and son were not as amicable as they looked, ”We need to take Esme back with us if we want your wedding to be done with all the proper rituals. The ministers and court officials here and back in our Kingdom need to be aware of everything, including Esme’s identity. We can’t just rush it up.”

”Aunt,” Aleister glanced at Marlene.

Marlene froze, feeling as if she had a fly in her mouth. She was unable to gulp it down or spit out.

”You can call me by my name since I am going to marry your niece,” He enjoyed the rare expressions that flashed on Marlene’s face, ”But about this, I believe you need to talk it out with Esme. I don’t think she will leave.”

”Oh, Esme is here…” Duchess Flora announced when the guard opened the door.

Esme stepped inside the room while pushing Duke Maverick’s wheelchair.

”What happened? Are you fine?” Duchess Flora glanced at Duke Maverick with a worried expression on her face.

The man nodded, ”I was on my way to visit brother but then I met Little Princess. She said she will bring me here.”

Esme smiled and walked towards the King, ”Your Majesty, I heard that you are not feeling well.”

”I still don’t like the way you address me,” The King pouted.

Esme was stunned. He looked somewhat cute, ”I am afraid that the ministers will put me in prison if I don’t address you properly,” she joked. They glared daggers at her just because she was being addressed as the Princess. If she did not address the King properly, then they would insinuate that she was disrespecting them.

”They dare… cough cough…” King Alexander pressed the handkerchief on his mouth as he coughed violently, spurting blood in the process.

Esme was about to say something but her brows tugged together when she saw his hand. The King’s hand…

She could not see it clearly because the man had already placed his hand down.

”What happened, Esme?” Duchess Flora asked with a concerned expression on her face. This girl looked dazed today. Was she sick?

Esme snapped out of her daze and turned to look at the woman. She shook her head, ”I saw it wrong.”

”When did you wake up?”

Esme tilted her head to look at Aleister. She cleared her throat, ”An hour ago,” she dressed herself up and came here to see the King as soon as she heard of his condition.

”It’s good that you are here already,” King Alexander said, ”Tell us whether you want to stay here or go back to your kingdom.”

”Huh?”

”The Prince wants you to stay here,” Duchess Flora clarified, ”And even we all want you to stay here but according to the customs, you must go back to your kingdom so that the wedding rituals can be done properly. It’s up to you to decide.”

Esme glanced at Marlene who had a disappointed expression on her face.

Duchess Flora followed Esme’s gaze. She then glanced at Aleister who had a confident look on his face as if he was certain that Esme was not going back.

She exchanged awkward glances with Duke Maverick.

The atmosphere was tense until Esme spoke up, ”I thought we were already over this discussion? I am going back with my family.”

Aleister frowned, ”You didn’t discuss it with me.”

”Do I need to?” Esme raised an eyebrow, ”Do you expect me to take your permission for every decision I make?”

”Why not?” Aleister pursed his lips, ”I’d like that better,” he spoke through gritted teeth.

”Aleister,” Duke Maverick snarled, ”Is that a way to speak to a lady?”

”Cough…Cough…” King Alexander wiped the bloodstains from his mouth, ”I apologize. It seems I haven’t raised this brat well,” he said while looking at Esme’s family.

Elias shook his head, ”Don’t say such things.”

”Yes, even our Esme seemed to have lost her manners,” Marlene said with a frown.

”How did I lose my manners, Aunt? I always stay quiet and listen to everything you say but does that means I am not hurt? Am I always in the wrong?” She wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, not letting them roll down her cheeks. Her cursed self was not even allowed to cry because as soon as she cried, it will start raining, her tears would turn into pearls and everyone will look at her weirdly.

”Didn’t you hear his tone when he talked to me? Why should I ask for his permission before leaving? I don’t like his hot and cold temperament towards me.”

”What’s wrong with you? Why are you being like this?” Aleister grabbed her elbow before turning her towards himself, ”Can you stop being unreasonable?”

She swatted off his hand.

”Come out with me. Let’s talk,” Aleister grabbed her wrist.

”Did you not hear her?” Adrian spoke as he and Arlan stepped inside the room.

They were here to see the King since they heard that he was sick. They did not expect they would be witnessing this scene here.

Aleister glanced at Adrian.. What great timing! ”Esme, are you having mood swings, or are you just embarrassed after yesterday?” he whispered in the woman’s ears before swords started clashing in the room.