1290 A Strange Entourage- 2

~Gallop. Gallop. Gallop. Gallop!~

The steady sounds of the horses galloping and the carriages moving, constantly resounded repeatedly to those within the carriages.

Alexander sat in absolute silence while crossing his arms majestically across his chest.

He looked as sturdy as a statue, with his entire aura being very intimidating.

And out of nowhere, he suddenly let out a cruel grin after thinking about today's matter deeply.

His actions and moves also made a majority of Nobles curious as well.

But only those who received his messages last night would know precisely why they were heading towards the Noble Abrodus family.

And in turn, those who received word also joined in without a moment to spare, even though they weren't prepared.

What scared them out of their sockets was that his majesty hinted that they would be there to watch 'the show.'

But what bloody show? What they feared was that this so-called show involved them.

If that's the case, then wouldn't they be walking into a trap with them being one of the actors or protagonists in the show?

No one was comfortable, to say the least.

And as many could guess, those invited all had sleepless nights, trying to figure out whether they had pissed off his majesty in one way or the other.

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Again, for all they knew, this could be the handwork of their enemies that had framed them up for something they didn't do... Or many get them involved in some grand 'betrayal scheme,' making his majesty think that they were no longer loyal to him.

F***!

Their eyes beamed wide open throughout the night as they started directing their men to start looking for clues, all within the very little time they had left.

And now, many of them stepped towards the Abrodus estate, looking like mindless zombies.

Of course, some people felt that this matter shouldn't be related to them but targeted at the Abrodus family instead.

The whole thing was enough to give many headaches and high blood pressure.

But the culprit of the matter was now smiling playfully in his carriage with a cruel glint in his eyes.

Soon, he would be able to witness something spectacular!

Like so, the many carriages continuously made their way to the Abrodus estate, with various emotions and thoughts about the matter.

And soon enough, they all arrived at the scene just as planned

"Welcome, your majesty! We salute your majesty, Alexander!"

"Welcome his highness, Prince Keivan!"

"Welcome...~~."

"Welcome...~~

"Welcome, princess Tilda!"

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Tilda stared at the scene before her, feeling very uneasy.

She struggled to walk in the heavy garments she dawned while trying to keep up and maintain her poise, just like her other half-sisters and brothers.

Unfortunately, she had no strict training.

So her moves looked like an ugly duckling trying to be a swan.

And even the maids and guards tasked to 'watch' over her only sneered in disgust at her failure as a noble and a royal one at that.

They were only here to watch her and ensure she didn't try to flee anymore.

She was soon to be married after her coming of age ceremony to the lecherous crown prince of Lingingburg, who by the way, was also one of the most powerful princes in the entirety of Veinitta.

The prince was already 21 years old and had already killed countless wives before now.

Some had indeed survived after marrying him, but the majority died.

And now, the soon-to-be 14 Princess Tilda would be his 11th wife.

Sure. The prince did have a flaw of jumping at anything that wore a skirt. But so what?

It wasn't like Princess Tilda was some spring chicken that was juicy, fat and ripe for the taking.

No... She was the lowest of the low and a 'cursed person with no support in this empire.

So who was she defending to be like? Did she think she was too good for the future monarch of Lingingburg?

Preposterous!

You know, even with The prince's reputation, he was still the dream lover of uncountable women who taught to be the one to 'change him' or pin him down for good.

There was no mistaking it. Within Lingingburg, he was indeed the most handsome, charismatic and charming prince amongst all.

He was born on a face that has driven countless women to desperation as they fight for his attention at will.

So no matter how they looked at it, he was indeed a catch.

And it's because of this that many women secretly hated Tilda for somehow managing to keep the prince's attention on her for this long.

To them, she had probably carried out some sorcery of some sort to get this done.

But Tilda wasn't focused on their nonsense.

No. What she was most concerned about was why this Scum father of hers had brought her here.

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Why?

Tilda clenched her fists in pain and helplessness while calming her chaotic heart.

Heh.

Alexander secretly watched her coldly.

What? Did she think he was going to let those who defy him go unpunished?

He had acted as though he forgot about the matter, only for today's purpose.

Yes! He wanted to lower her guard so that today's matter would make her more willing and puppet-like to his nature.

He wanted to break all that rebellious spirit within her.

And wouldn't you know it? Just a month and a half ago, he had received word of a new sort of public punishment invented by the Morgs.

It was said that the entire process was agonizing and gut-wrenching, to say the least.

And what was even more to his liking was that even though the victim would suffer immeasurable pain, they wouldn't necessarily die.

And today, he was implementing the new punishment in Dafaren's history to experience the new yet painful public punishment that swept Morgany by storm.

That's right.

She would get Tarred & Feathered!

And who would be the victim to experience this new found punishment?

Well, it would be none other than Tilda's Grandmother!