I Welcome Your Rejection: Angel Kings’ Proud Mate novel Chapter 55

Ira’s Pov

Just like the bracelet, the necklace may be real but definitely not made of gold. I hate that they find it okay to play with my mind. Like I am just a weak fool to them.

“How kind of you to want me to have it?” I fake a smile as I take hold of the necklace and they all smile back. “It would look extremely good on your queen. You gave her a lot of real gold,” I say.

“Our queen isn’t actually beautiful or deserving of such,” King Tiras replies.

“Oh, of course. She isn’t a stupid commoner human,” I say before ripping the necklace apart.

Everyone gasps in shock as the pearls fall to the ground. There are no longer any golden beads as they were all illusions. Only old, cheap pearls scatter on the ground.

“Ira… we just wanted to make you happy even though we are far away from our kingdom,” King Adon lies.

I reach into the pocket of my coat and take out the bracelet he gave me. “Were we not in your kingdom when you gave me this trash?” I toss it at his beautiful face.

Heavy silence befalls the clearing as the kings pretends to be rueful for the a hundredth time. Why can’t they just quit the pretense and be themselves now that their goal is to kill their evil aunt not to drain my blood? My heart is so tired of putting up with the lies. All I want is their honesty, not their love.

“Everything we gave you at the Palace was real. Adon only gave you that on the way there because it’s all he had. It was the first jewelry our mother ever worn and it meant more to us than any gold or silver,” King Ronen defends.

“How do I even know that isn’t a lie? Do you really think I believe anything you say or do now? I have never seeked your affection or your gifts yet you keep this annoying pretense that is making this quest a lot harder than it should be!” I rant despite knowing that my words cannot change them.

“Have you considered the fact that we try because we actually love you? We are yet to do it right, perhaps because we got desperate to win your heart after everything and ended up doing the wrong things. We apologise for the illusions. Our goal was to make you happy,” the king argues.

I feel like I have heard those words a million times and they now disgust me. Why weren’t they reckless when trying to impress their queen? They did their best to be the perfect and truthful lovers to her. But they claim that they have been unlucky when trying to love me.

“You never gave your queen illusions as gifts. Neither did she have to put up with your endless lies. I am not your fool. Neither do I want your fake love. So quit the annoying pretenses or leave us alone,” I state, avoiding to raise my voice in this dangerous place.

The kings fall quiet, still not promising to have more respect.

“Oh my god I found you again!” Queen Andria’s voice screams as she stumbles into the clearing. “Everyone ran off and I was left wondering the forest alone. I am so relieved to have found you my kings!” She runs forward and wraps her hands around King Tiras who immediately pushes her back.

Why did she come back to them? She could have fled, met anyone that could guide her to her father’s palace. Yet here she is again, cringing to people that tortured her.

“You’re no longer of any use to us. In fact, you’re a wicked burden that needs disposing,” the king says, making her freeze in shock and fear.

“It would be a bad idea to kill her here, your majesties. Someone might find her corpse and probably alert our enemies of our presence here,” Lior cautions.

“How do we get rid of her then? We are too far away from the shore where sharks would eat the body,” King Ronen asks.

The woman stands dumbfounded with shock as they discuss their options. I may be a weak human but I grateful to have a functioning brain unlike her.

“We can let her go,” King Adon says.

“She will find her way to her father’s palace and our enemies will still find their way here,” Thumas argues.

“No they won’t. She won’t be able to tell anyone,” King Adon simply answers.

I am confused about how the woman won’t tell her father after all the torture they have put her through. She may be dumb, but not enough to cover the identies of her torturers who now want nothing to do with her.

I walk by Aruin’s side as he leads the way to his cabin.

“You have been living in this forest alone?” I ask.

“I managed to help my parents and my little siblings flee to Edoril when King Ademon and and Lysandra started hunting Sincarions. I stayed here since people seemed to think that we escaped to the devil’s Island,” he answers.

Sounds like they have had a life as tough as the one that my family has lived.

“Edoril is a desert pack. Your family would be better of in Lordsland. We will give you a place to live as part of your payment for working for us,” King Tiras offers.

I am about to decline their offer on Aruin’s behalf but the Sincarion is already smiling gratefully. “That’s a good offer, your majesty. Thank you.”

I did want to share him with them. That’s why I was happy to pay him alone. I didn’t figure out that a place to live safely is one of the things he would appreciate most.

“You said that our quest is a bad idea. That it would be unsuccessful. What do you know about the Witchelms that makes you so afraid?” I question.

He halts and lowers his voice. “None of the people who have gone after the witch and her coven have come back. You know what happened to King Alodias of Plorvis and his army?”

I shake my head. I didn’t know King Alodias of Plorvis went after the devious witch. I had assumed that he was one of her loyal allies.

“When Lysandra started recruiting followers from his kingdom, he marched his army to witchelms to hunt her and her coven. But she had turned the land into a dark puzzle with her spells. They encountered traps of dark magic. The witch didn’t kill them yet they are trapped between the world of the dead and that of the living. Their angry souls roam the land in the dark, attacking anything they see. People call them the undead army. Because the witch’s spell binds them to the world of the dead more than that of the living,” the Sincarion tells.