Evelyn wrapped a shawl around her shoulders and walked down the staircase toward the cell where her husband was being held.
She grunted, complaining to herself at each step. Whose idea was it to place a cell so deep down in the ground? How inconvenient, she drawled.
When she finally reached the cell, she kept her complaints to a minimum as she walked toward her husband. Marcus looked up and rolled his eyes, annoyed beyond belief at the number of people who were visiting him.
He looked past her and noticed her guards not too far behind. Of course - she was the sovereign, at least right now. At least until she effectively resigned and made their son the sovereign.
Something Marcus wanted to avoid at all costs. He was not ready to abdicate.
"You look terrible," Evelyn commented.
"I am growing rather tired of hearing you, our son, and the servant's voice in my ears," he snapped.
"Actually," she hummed, raising her dress slightly, disgusted by her surroundings. "I have no speech for you today."
"Are you releasing me, then?" he smiled, challenging her. "Have you missed me, dear? Have you realized just how hard it is to be in my position?"
She looked at him and rolled her eyes. "Marcus, do not be silly. I have no intention of ever releasing you into society again."
He sneered, thrashing his arms toward her, causing the restraints to rattle against the metal bench.
She smiled. "You look like an animal, dear. Do control yourself."
"Enjoy the view, Evelyn? Enjoy the false sense of freedom you feel?"
She shrugged. "I suppose I do," she shook her head. "That is no matter. I came here to tell you news of my son," she glanced at him. "The future King."
Marcus clenched his jaw, waiting for her to continue.
"I have heard you enjoy theatrics," she reached behind her as a guard handed her a letter. She turned back and tossed the letter into the cell, at his feet. "Do have a read over."
Marcus took the letter and unfolded it, reading over the contents.
Marriage solemnized at ___
His Royal Highness, Prince Tobias Eaton ___
Miss Beatrice Prior ___
He sneered and looked at her. "What is this nonsense?"
"An incomplete marriage certificate," she said in joy. "Only missing their signatures and their wedding date."
He crumpled the paper and threw it to the floor.
"Do you know what happens to a commoner when they marry a prince?" she continued with her taunts, enjoying every moment of her power over him. "They become princess," she laughed. "Princess Beatrice Eaton," she glanced at him. "She will have our name."
"You stupid woman," he muttered. "Have you any idea how much of a mockery you will be making of the sanctity of our crown?"
"The sanctity of our crown resides in the sovereign, not the woman he marries," she snapped.
"Let me remind you that I am the one who gave you my name. Who gave our son my name," he yelled. "You do not get to decide that servants are now allowed to soil my name!"
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The Crown
FanfictionIt was the first thing he saw when his eyes opened for the first time. The glistening, golden glow shining in his eyes ... how he should die for it. He was brought up by it, lived by it, swore by it. It was the first thing she learned about when s...
