Chester was higher than Teriel in court. He was the King’s hand. A position Rome had denied his sister, Skye, because he trusted the traitor would do better. The knife in his chest went deeper and deeper as Erika sank deeper in their lust, unaware of their presence. She stretched out her legs as she basked in the pleasure. Her eyes glazed over and her toes almost curled.
“Give me your se*ed, Chester. .” She cried. “Maybe the moon goddess will favour me with your se*ed.”
His mind went wild as those words sank in. They had been trying to m@ke p*ups for years now and had been failing. The world came crumbling down as he heard her utter those words. A drop of tear escaped his eyes.
The physicians had said nothing was wrong. They’d said the couple needed to try a few times more. Rome and Erika had planned to spend the coming weeks trying, as her new year was coming on.
Rome had heard enough.
He reached out first for the door, pulling it clean off of its hinges and throwing it across the room. It hit Chester in the ribs and threw him off of Erika. The door and Chester flew to the other side and fell off the bed.
Chester got up in an instant, ready to fight, until his eyes raged ready to burn whoever was in his way. He froze, realizing it was his supposed family.
The king flew across the room in an instant, picking him by the throat and throwing him to the shelves in the room. He crashed to the ground and then reached for him again, pulled him up then let loose his fists upon Chester’s face. He fell backwards.
For a minute he stayed down. Rome turned to the naked Queen. Her mouth ajar in shock, her mass of her in shambles from throes of their list. Looking at her turned his stomach.
“Erika,” he said in the lowest tone.
She didn’t utter a word. Her eyes, filled with fear. There was no point in covering her shame for she was shameless.
“How long?” He asked coolly. He was on the verge of puking. Did the king really want to know?
She whimpered, her body trembling with fear. She pulled the sheets to herself and fiddled on a loose thread.
“I’ll tell you how fucking long.” It was Chester’s voice. It dripped of contempt and mockery.
Rome turned to see him standing. His bleeding lips bent in a malicious smile. There was not an ounce of remorse in his eyes.
“Every fucking week since a year now! Every fucking!” he roared.
The last of his words were lost as Rome’s mind went blank for a moment. This was Chester whom he had given everything. This was Chester whom he called family. This Chester whom he had taught to hunt and fight. He felt rage boil through his skin.
“You bastard!” He reached him in an instant and sank his claws into his shoulder, ripping it open in one move. He yelled, retaliating with a blow to Rome’s side. The king was unfazed. The pain of the betrayal had finally numbed him.
He picked him by the wounded shoulder and launched him towards the glass window.
Chester flew right through the window, breaking, the glass shattering from the impact of collision with his body as he fell out of the three storied mansion.
Rome walked towards the window, facing away from Erika and Teriel.
“Your Majesty, please don’t,” Teriel said, softly. It was the first thing he had said since.
Teriel’s eyes shone. He had known about this for a while and had hinted the king on various occasions and at one time. The king was blind to these hints, as they said, love was blind.
“Make sure she doesn’t leave.”
And with that, Rome leapt right through the broken window, dropping the entire height of the three story mansion and landing on his feet.
Chester lay in a heap on the ground. The fall wouldn’t kill a lycan, but it would injure him badly, as he hadn’t envisaged it.
He tried to get up, and as he did, he spoke, “You always had the best things, Rome. This time, I had just a small bite.” He had the nerve to speak.
Rome dropped to the ground, straddling Chester’s chest and unleashed a fury of punches upon him. With each punch, the pictures of him atop Erika intensified, making the hit harder.
“Your Majesty!” The guards on the grounds called, rushing towards him yet afraid to touch him. After he had rained blows, he stopped. He finally stood and for the longest time and examined Chester’s bloodied up body to know if he could take anymore.
“Lock him up! Send word to everyone in the royal family, there’ll be a meeting tomorrow night. I am deposing the Queen.”