Pawn of the Crown
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“We’ve scanned it. It’s not a bomb. No poisons detected,” the man replied.
“It’s organic,” Zoma said.
I untied the bow. It was a smaller box. There was a ring on a dismembered finger.
“What the hell?” Nemal looked closer.
“That’s a big diamond,” Marel said.
“Whose finger is it?” I asked.
Zoma said, “We’ll take it to medical. Don’t worry. The king is probably just trying to scare you.”
“There was a note.” The head of the Queen’s Guard handed it to me. “We’ve made sure it contains no poisons.”
“Our queen is dead, as well. She sends you a parting gift to celebrate your wedding. The new queen will give me plenty of sons. An army of sons. Congratulations!”
I shuddered and looked at Nemal. “Your sister has her hands full when she arrives. This king is starting a new family. He’s crazy.”
Nemal hugged me. “At least he doesn’t have LeFawn or Minnette.”
I let Zoma take the finger to medical for full testing, but I knew the king was telling the truth. The queen got the blame for her flawed sons. He wasn’t going to admit defeat. Yet, Faldar would always be the oldest son, and I had his son growing inside me. Queasiness hit, but I took a deep breath.
Minnette needed to arrive soon because I couldn’t handle twins and a throne.
The End
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