Breaking Silence

Chapter Twelve

"I have also had my own suspicions on Darlius, my King," Ian, his advisor agreed. "I was just waiting for more evidence to prove my point but nothing has shown up."

The King nodded his head. Now that he knew that he wasn't the only one having second thoughts about Darlius, he knew that he should definitely keep an eye on him.

He would have to find a way to explain things to his older daughter, but that would be difficult to do while trying to not say the main reason. If she knew that he suspected her guard, she might confront him on her own and complicate things more.

With so much going on in so little time, he didn't even have enough time to spend with his family. His little girls were both grown up after he returned and his only son was being prepared for this world.

There were many times when he planned on just giving up but they was what kept him going. Especially everything his wife had to go through for them to be at this stage in life. He couldn't even begin to imagine what she went through.

He was a son birthed from the goddess herself sent to earth through the mother of his mate.

It was a messed up system but the Goddess was always known for her creative and twisted method. After all, she is the creator of nature and even though nature appears to be beautiful, it is filled with twisted tricks around the roots.

"So what do you advise I do?" He questioned Ian. He already had an idea but he was sure his wife wouldn't like it. She didn't want the children to be involved in this mess sooner than they had to be.

"Well my King," Ian began, taking a minute to think. "It would be best to find a trustworthy person to keep an eye on him for more information. When we have solid proof, we will then be able to make a decision."

The king nodded his head in agreement and dismissed him. The young guy wasted no time in walking out of the King's study with his book tightly clutched in his hand.

Ian is a young man around twenty seven years of age. He became the advisor when his father passed away because he learnt everything he knew from him. Even though he may appear young, he is far wiser then any man his own age.

His greasy black hair is never neat and his clothing is never ironed. He moves quickly on his feet, always in a rush to isolate himself from the rest of the world and bury his head in a book.

He is fascinated by all the events that took place centuries before he was born and is always trying to figure out how the werewolf committee managed to hide many secrets about their own race.

The King admires him for his determination and strong will. Although he may look a bit scrawny and clumsy at first, he is very good when given a sword.

He mastered swords at a very young age and impressed all with his skills, but he doesn't really like using them. "The history behind a sword would surprise you." Those are his chosen words as to why he left a sword behind.

Just as the King was about to step out of his study, there was a gentle tapping on his door. As soon as he said come in, his wife casually strolled in.

All he needed was one look in her light blue eyes to know she had already foresee his decisions. It also told him just how much she disapproved of the idea.

"Is there something you would like to explain to me?" She asked casually, sitting in the middle of his desk. "And please start from the very beginning because I would love to know and understand how you came to this final conclusion."

He took in a deep breath because from her tone, he was already preparing himself for the possible outcomes.

"I agreed with my advisor that Darlius should be on watch and I thought that the best person to do this was Nubia." The King paused watching her expressionless face. "Since there anyone could be part of the rebellion, I don't want to take any chances."

"And what do you plan on telling your daughter when she asks why she is doing that and how is she supposed to do that in the first place?" Queen Alejandra questioned while tapping her chin.

Even though she already knew his response, she wanted to hear him actually say the words in real life. Her visions are never wrong but she just wanted a confirmation to see whether it was a dream or a vision. Sometimes it's hard to differentiate between the two.

"I am going to tell her that it's just a simple practice and I was hoping that you would teach her how." The King now slowly approached his wife, unsure of how she would react. "Please baby? You know I would have never planned on doing this unless there was no one else to go to."

The Queen said nothing besides letting out a soft and short hum. Her sharp fingernails tapping on the wooden desk as she continued to intensely stare at her husband.

"Baby," the King gently called her but she didn't reply. "Can you please say something? Maybe a sound? Just anything," the King pleaded. Seeing her so expressionless scared him.

He now stood between her legs and lowered his self to stare into her eyes while pouting at her. Maybe his little charm would get her to talk to him and if not, then he don't know what he will do.

"Fine, I'll teach her how," she said after a long time of silence. "Only because I don't see another solution but if I do, then I'm not teaching her again."

With that being said, she shoved him out of her way and strutted out the door.