ZARA'S POV
Carl pulled me roughly toward the chambers. He opened the door pushing me inside before slamming it, making me shiver.
He started stalking me like I was his prey. I backed away, trying to get away from him, but he immediately pulled me back, slamming my body into his.
He had a murderous look in his eyes as he stared down at me. This time, I think I've really pissed off the devil. I was looking so small in front of him, that I was sure he could just murder me in one go. I gulped down nothing, thinking about this.
"Wow princess, I have to say I underestimate you. who would have known you were so cunning," Carl muttered.
I swallowed my fears, smiling at him.
"Well, let's just say, this is my payback for what you did to my friends and me. How was my acting? You must be impressed," I muttered.
He didn't say anything, he just kept staring at me.
"How about I pay you back too, after all, you are not the only one who knows how to play tricks," Carl muttered, with a smirk.
What is he up to? Oh God helps me. My heart was beating loud and fast. But suddenly there was a knock on the door, and I was so happy.
"Come in," I yelled, and a man in his early forties walked in.
He bowed when he saw the king and me.
"If you are busy my king, I'll go back," the man said.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I'm Eric, the royal physician, the queen mother asked me to come check on the king.
"Get out," the king yelled making me finch.
The royal physician didn't waste any time but ran away in fear.
He twired, facing me again.
"Princess Zara I'll make...
He didn't finish his statement but was interrupted by Catherine.
" What do you want?" Carl questioned, grumpily.
"Is that the way to talk to your mother, the royal physician, told me you sent him away. Carl, you should take your health seriously," Catherine muttered, and I chuckle silently.
They all believed that the king had an illness when he clearly doesn't. I just made that up to get back at him.
"Catherine, I'm not sick, I don't have any illness, I'm sure this annoying princess made it up," Carl muttered, glaring at me.
"How could you call her annoying? She is going to be your wife, you should treat her better from now on. My beautiful daughter is such a sweet child, she doesn't deserve such treatment," Catherine said.
"Thank you so much mother," I muttered.
"You don't have to worry my dear, as long as I'm here, I won't let my son mistreat you," Catherine muttered, stroking my cheeks with affection.
Carl scoffed, looking at the both of us acting all lovey-dovey like real mother and daughter.
"I'm your son, you should be on my side, but instead you take this annoying woman's side, you even let her call you mother, but never allow me to do that, I think she bewitched you," Carl blurted out.
"I let her call me mother because she is so younger-looking, compare to an old man like you, people will think I'm really old. Just imagine if I get a suitor, he might run away seeing that I have such an old son.
" Mom, they all know that I am your son, so what are you saying, and besides I'm not old, I'm only twenty-five.
"Old man," I blurted out, bursting into laughter, and Catherine chipped in. Carl looked like he was about to strangle the both of us, he opened his mouth to say something but remained quiet.
Carl walked out of the room angrily, leaving just Catherine and I.
"Mother, I'm sorry I lied about Carl being sick, I just want to get back at him."
"It's okay Zara, I already know my son is not sick, did you see his face when you said that, he looked like he was about to murder you right there and then," Catherine replied, and we both laughed.
CARL'S POV
I angrily walked out of the room, leaving the two annoying women. I felt like strangling that princess, but I stopped myself.
She was always getting on my nerve, she always finds a way to humiliate me in front of my council.
Everyone thinks I have an illness because of her. They are so dumb, how can they believe such nonsense.
Princess Zara, I've been going too easy on you.
"My king, you're needed urgently in the throne room," Jeffrey muttered.
He walked alongside me, giving me side glances, like he wanted to say something, but was restraining himself.
"Speak Jeffrey," I muttered.
"My king, I'm sorry about your illness. I am your friend, but I failed to notice, thank God for the princess, who noticed on time," Jeffrey said.
I glared at him, making him gulp in fear.
"Jeffrey you seem rather bold these days, and always on the princess's side, how about I cut off that tongue of yours so you can stop blurting out nonsense. why can't you all see that I'm not ill, it's just the scheme of that annoying princess."
Jeffrey looked at the king and almost burst out laughing. Indeed, the king has met his match, someone who Isn't afraid of him. He suddenly remembered when the king had makeup on and looked ridiculous, he could help but chuckle.
" what's so funny?" I asked Jeffrey, who seem to be finding my situation funny. If only he was not my right-hand man and friend, he would be dead by now.
IN THE THRONE
The council members all gave Carl a strange look, Is he really sick? They couldn't get over what the princess told them.
"Your Majesty, I'm Lord Philip, Lord in charge of Alliance's, may I speak?"
"You may speak, Lord Philip."
"Your majesty, I hope you are fine, your illness isn't too severe?" Lord Philip, muttered and I glared at him.
"I don't have any illness, the princess made it up," I blurted out. They were starting to get on my nerves.
The council members sighed in relief, they wouldn't like it if the king was sick, because it will be a huge setback to Everton.
"My king, your wedding with Princess Zara, should not be delayed any longer. Your alliance with Azrael should be formed immediately. The enemy now know, you want to form an alliance with Azrael, they will try everything in their power to stop the alliance. I think you should just hold a small wedding, in other not to attract the enemy."
I chuckled, a small wedding, that will never happen. I'm the most powerful king in all the seven kingdoms, if I hold a small wedding, the enemy will think I fear them.
"I Carl, King of Everton, will have a grand wedding that will be heard of in all the seven nations. I will not hold a small wedding, I will let them know who Carl is. I want you to invite all the Kings to my wedding, including my enemies," I muttered.