NovelEndThe Abandoned Lycan Queen 128 Chapter 128 Elena's POV Not even for a second did I question Deacon's choices during the battle. Not back then, and not now.
The trust I had in him wasn't blind either. It was earned.
It was built steadily through everything I'd witnessed, from the way he carried himself among the ranks to the way his soldiers listened to him without hesitation. He was calculating. Fair. A strategist through and through. And that's one of the many reasons why I admire him not only as a person but also as a leader.
And besides, whatever personal disagreements Bryson and might've had, they had no place on the battlefield. In war, we fought as one. We bled under the spurpose.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThat's why when the king askedsuch a question, where he was obviously trying to find dirt on Deacon, I got irritated a little, which I tried hard to hide. He was still, after all, the King.
When I didn't respond right away, King Desmond leaned back in his chair in a relaxed manner, but his calculating eyes didn't escape my gaze.
He tilted his head and gave a casual shrug.
"Or maybe..." he said slowly before adding, "he didn't think at all. That kind of reckless judgment could've easily backfired. Especially with someone like Glenda in the picture." Seeing how he was crossing the line already, I sighed.
Without wavering or flinching from the intimidating demeanour he was radiating, I met his eyes head-on and firmly answered, "Deacon made the right call." With a calm but steady voice, I continued, "Bryson and I are warriors. We don't bring our personal issues to the battlefield. The breach happened because Glenda disobeyed direct orders. That failure's hers-not his." For a second, King Desmond didn't move. He just looked atwith something unreadable glinting behind his eyes. Then, to my surprise, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Not even married yet," he mused, "and you're already defending him so fiercely. No hesitation at all." My brows twitched slightly at that. I had assumed-perhaps naively-that King Desmond and Deacon were on better terms.
But this... this felt strange. What was he on about? A test? A warning? Or maybe just a ghe enjoyed playing. "I just spoke the truth," I replied evenly, not giving him the satisfaction of a reaction.
But that smirk of his deepened as if my calmness amused him more.
"Interesting," he muttered, more to himself than to me. Then he chuckled low in his throat-soft, amused, but not entirely light-hearted..
And despite everything, he looked... pleased? He uncrossed his legs, leaned forward, and reached for his glass. The crystal clinked softly as he lifted it to his lips and took a slow sip. "Good answer," he said finally. "Bold. Direct. Full of integrity." He nodded once, his gaze sharp as ever. "And your loyalty to my brother is... commendable. You didn't just stand with him on the battlefield-you defended him in this room, without even blinking." "My loyalty," I replied coolly, "lies with what's right. Deacon happened to be right. He made the call. And in war, 1/2 Chapter 128 there's no such thing as a afe decision. Every move's a gable. Every risk could go either way." I shrugged, like it wasn't something that haunted people long after the battle had ended. Like we didn't all carry the weight of choices, both good a bad.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJust then, I saw Queen Liz walking back in from my peripheral vision.. As she stepped gracefully into the room, her presence instantly shifted the air.
"What are you guys on about?" she asked brightly.
Standing up from my seat, I offered them a polite smile while shifting my gaze between them.
"I shouldn't keep you from your family time," I said smoothly, offering them a respectful nod. "I'll take my leave now." I had no intention of staying to play whatever gKing Desmond thought he'd started. I was drained- physically from the heat, emotionally from the tightrope walk that was conversation with the Duchess, and mentally from this...
interrogation. Besides, I'd already danced to his tune once! was m marrying wasn't 1? toward the parking lot, my he" a steady rhythm against the marble. Zara stayed silent for a few steps As Zara and I stepped out of the palace, the sun hit us like a wall of heat. We crossed the polished stone courtyard before she leaned slightly closer.
"Why did it feel like... the king was interrogating you?" she whispered) eyes wide as she glanced over her shoulder.
I shifted my purse to my other hand, raising it to shield my eyes from the blinding sun. "Because he was "My palms are sweating, she muttered, even shaking her voice a bit to emphasise her feeling as she continued, " He looked so friendly, but it felt like he had a knife behind his back the whole time." I let out a dry, humourless laugh. "Welcto royalty." Today's Bonus Offer GET IT NOW
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