I Welcome Your Rejection: Angel Kings’ Proud Mate novel Chapter 48

Ira’s Pov

I step far aside as King Tiras kicks their Queen’s cage from the carriage without a hint of concern on his face. She moans in pain as the cage lands on it’s front end then lacks the balance to stay upright and falls flat on the rough ground.

King Adon step back as well when Lior pulls the huge rug away from the cage and a repulsive smell fills the air. The woman inside gazes around at the people surrounding her, then immediately starts crying.

She is still an awful pretender, except without fake grace now.

“Please let me out now. Haven’t you hurt me enough?” she begs. “I am sorry for falling in love with you. I have said sorry a thousand times.”

She is so annoying. Like she didn’t do everything in her power to make sure they believed she had the ability to control dragons. Like she didn’t try charming them into killing me so she could have my blood as well. Now she acts like the victim. “Shut up and listen. You have a chance to help us more and live a few more days,” King Adon tells.

She eagerly nods her head. “I will do anything you ask as long as you stop hurting me, your majesties. No woman deserves this.”

“You deserve worse. So if you fail to help us we will do away with your stupid head,” King Tiras counters. “Tell us where we can find Sincarions in this kingdom?”

The evil woman considers her answer for a long time. “My father hunted down and killed most Sincarions even against my best advice. Those that remained went into hiding. I might know a place that my father’s soldiers could not reach and where a family of Sincarions live. I will lead you there if you let me out of this cage,” she says.

Her father killed Sincarions? What for? The list of evils they have committed seems to be infinite.

“Why did your mad father hunt down Sincarions? They have never armed anyone,” Lior questions in disgust.

“People seemed to prefer them as their judges to the king and his council. It was a matter of removing competition,” she answers.

“He must be happy with the devious witch running his kingdom then,” King Ronen scoffs.

King Tiras takes out a key from his pockets and opens the cage. “Take us to that sincarion family or we will send your stupid father your head,” he warns.

Their queen winces as she steps out of the cage. The angel throws the key to the silver chain around her neck at her. She sighs in relief as she takes off the chain and her wounds and scars immediately heal.

“Can I go in there and at least take a bath, your majesties?” she asks pointing at the house. “It’s embarrassing to ride with you smelling like a human from a commoner’s family.”

A human from a commoner’s family? You would think that being locked in a dog’s cage taught her to have a sense of respect. Fools like her never learn it seems.

My anger surges and I step towards her. “Allow me to fix your senses,” I say before punching the bridge of her nose hard.

She stumbles back and falls back into her cage, nose broken and heavily bleeding. My knuckles hurt too, but it was a price I was willing to pay in exchange for putting the vixen in her place.

I hastily take his hand. “Thanks. My mind is in desperate need of some peace,” I say gratefully.

The kings can stay in the carriage with their queen. Hopefully I will find other ways to free my father without their help because my heart is tired of dealing with their selfishness and their wicked queen.

“It is not a good idea to have her riding in the open. Anyone can recognise her and you have proved to be incapable of protecting her,” King Tiras argues with Lior.

“You do not get to tell me what to do. This isn’t your kingdom,” I remind. “I will ride with Lior and Linda for the rest of this journey. If you have a problem with that then you can go back to your palace.”

Their eyes widen and none replies to me immediately. Yes, I stood up to their arrogance and they do not like it. They can go ahead and take good care of their ugly queen, but they cannot have me as well for my blood. I may be human but not that cheap.

“Keep your eyes open for any danger. And call us if you spot any. We are here to protect you,” King Adon calmly says.

“I don’t want your questionable protection. Give it to your beloved queen,” I answer before turning away. Lior follows quickly and takes my hand.

“That was a good punch, I am quite impressed. You’re a special one indeed,” he whispers as we head towards the horses without a carriage.

He helps me get on one just as Linda steps out of the house carrying my herbs and his coat.