I Welcome Your Rejection: Angel Kings’ Proud Mate novel Chapter 38

Angel Tiras’s Pov

None of us knows where to find the witch that seeks Ira’s blood, so we have to ask the only person in this palace that does. Our ugly queen cries in pain and fear as she falls to her knees in front of us. The sight of her wounds and bruises is nauseating as the silver chain around her neck keep them from healing.

We wanted her to suffer just as much as Ira did. Being human made Ira’s wounds take longer to heal, and the pain must have been relentless. We wanted her false accuser to have it worse, thus the repulsive sight kneeling in front of us.

“My lords… please spare my life. I am scared of death! Don’t kill me today. I will be anything you.. want me to be,” she begs. Her sobs are like a song to my ears. I would let her beg for days if only we are not in a hurry to save Ira.

“You have a chance to be useful for a few days. Then we will execute you after that,” I offer.

She nods her head vigorously. “I swear to be useful to you in every way I can,” she says.

“You know where to find the witch that hunts down our mate’s family?”

“I do. But the Witchelms are dangerous. Lysandra’s spells control everything. She is powerful,” she answers.

We have killed witches before and none was as powerful as they were rumoured to be.

“Answer only what you have been asked. If you want to live those few days you must take us to the witch,” Ronen tells.

She hesitantly nods. “Yes your highness. I will do my best.”

Her best is definitely not enough. All she has to do is just take us there. And I will cut off her head after that.

“Give her clothes, but don’t take off the dilver chain,” Adon orders.

One of the guards leave and returns minutes later with an old coat. He tosses it at our humiliated queen who struggles to wear it with all the wounds on her body.

“Take it to the cage in the back of our carriage and lock it in,” I order.

We didn’t want her skin to be in contact with anything we might touch, so I suggested that we put her in a large dog’s cage. She can show us the way while in there.

The guards drag her out by the chain around her neck. At least she has given up expecting gentle treatment from us. If Ira didn’t go missing our ugly queen would be burning at the town square.

Now the final step before leaving, we must alter our refined appearances, to look like ordinary travelers.

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King Ronen’s POV

It’s harder to make ourselves look like commoners than I anticipated. Our physical features alone can stand out in a multitude. We need more than cheap clothes alone to look like common travellers. Perhaps we need dirt on our skins to seem like we have ever worked or walked under the harsh glare of the sun for at least a few years.

Adon looks horrified when I toss a dark, old cloak at him to wear. Among the old clothes our servants gathered, it is the least unattractive. Yet he frowns at the sight of it like it carries a disease.

I know he will put it on eventually, after all he is quite worried that we have wasted too much time and Ira might be no more. We had to let our trusted council know that they are to take charge of the kingdom while we are gone. They are to keep everything as it is until our return. Of course they were opposed to our absence in the palace at a time when the kingdom might suffer another dragon attack anytime. We still couldn’t let them in on the secret of our quest as Ira’s safety would depend on their ability to keep quiet.

“Don’t you find it suspicious that Ira went missing last night and our assistant hasn’t showed up to work today?” Adon asks as we make our way out.

A part of me is envious that she trusts him more because he has never hurt her. If we thought that her father was alive we would have made efforts to rescue him. I am guessing that the spy lied so that Lior would think that he has the opportunity to impress Ira and make her desperately leave the safety of our palace.

“If your future husband really cared about Ira’s father he would have informed us that he was alive so we could rescue him easily. But he chose to foolishly take our mate to King Ademon’s spies. We have run out of forgiveness for him,” Tiras states.

Linda’s forehead touches the floor as she humbles herself further in front of us.

“Please… let me go with you. Ira needs her doctor and I will do anything to fill your hearts with forgiveness on behalf of Lior. He is the only family I hope to have,” she pleads.

I am in no mood to forgive, but there is nothing more useful than a dedicated servant. She will blend in with other commoners better than us. We might need someone that is actually a commoner at heart.

“You can come if you wish to be useful. I cannot however guarantee that your help will earn our forgiveness,” I say.

She nods her head as we walk past her. Then rises and follows.

“You might want to rid your walk of confidence. Commoners do not walk like they own the world,” I say to Tiras as we make our way out of the palace.

“Some things can’t change in a day. I am doing my best. Besides no one would guess a king would wear these rugs” he

answers.

We get to the wooden carriage with no cushions to find our ugly wicked queen crying in her cage. Perhaps we should at least give her something to eat so she doesn’t die before pointing the way to the witch’s residence.