Chapter 15
No one had expected that the one to seize the throne in the end would be Alistair–the once–idle prince.
Gone was his usual careless indulgence–now he ruled with a blade’s edge.
That night, during the coup in the palace, blood was spilled across the marble floors.
Though Duke Lucian was spared, his power was stripped away, his body turned weak. From then on, he lost all ambition and wandered from place to place, deliberately living a life of leisure with his wife Isabeau, flaunting their affection in harmonious bliss.
However, during the change of regime, the border cities fell to foreign hands. Outraged citizens cursed Alistair for his cruelty, claiming he had been punished by the heavens and was unfit to rule. The nation fell into turmoil, forcing Alistair to abandon his plan of taking Isabeau by force.
Besides, he still held resentment toward her. He had never truly forgiven her.
That delay cost him several years.
Yet the world believed that with Alistair’s temperament, it was only a matter of time before he dragged Isabeau back to the palace. No one imagined she would end up like this.
Once held in the highest regard, Isabeau now languished in a dark, lightless prison.
The stone–faced jailers showed no pity as they tortured her with blank expressions.
The punishment escalated from mild to cruel.
Her ten fingers were crushed one by one, now hanging limply, dripping with blood.
The branding iron hissed against her skin, its crimson glow searing flesh–the stench of charred meat thick enough to turn stomachs.
Where once was porcelain smoothness now lay a grotesque lattice: split flesh, weeping wounds, a map of cruelty carved in lash marks.
Time blurred. By now, her body was a canvas of wounds, every inch screaming. She was drenched in cold sweat, trembling like a drowned thing dragged ashore. A broken spectacle.
“I… want… to see… the king…”
Isabeau rasped out the words through gritted teeth, her voice hoarse and shrill, like a broken melodica.
One of the jailers couldn’t hold back a mocking snort. “You? See His Majesty? Are you delusional? He’s the one who ordered you thrown in here! You tried to assassinate the queen. His Majesty probably wishes you were dead already!”
“No! That’s not possible!” she cried, shaking her head violently in disbelief. “Where would the king get a queen from? It must have been Silas forging the royal decree! Silas is the one at fault–you should’ve arrested him! Let me go, I’m truly scared now, I beg you…”
But her pleas found no mercy.
The prison guards who carry out executions in prison have always been tempered through countless trials and tribulations. Their hearts have long been hardened and will never soften.
They released venomous snakes, rats, and insects into her cell, letting them gnaw at her flesh.
“His Majesty has already made a royal announcement. He has named Elvira the new queen and the wedding is imminent. You might as well give up. The king won’t come to save you–he only wishes you were dead.”
Isabeau felt as though she had fallen into an ice pit. Her body went completely cold.
“Elvira is queen? But she’s dead! How can she be queen? Why not me? Didn’t he love me? He loved me for so many years–how could he marry someone else?!”
“So what if I married another man? I didn’t do it willingly! Didn’t he know that? It’s not my fault! Back then he was powerless and useless. Did he think I wanted to spend my life in mediocrity with him? If he wouldn’t fight, someone else would! When another man became king, how could he possibly let Alistair go?”
“I did it for his own good! If not for me, would he have had the drive to become king? He should thank me. He should’ve made me his queen!”
“Hahaha! I am the queen! I am the revered queen of the people…”
Countless snakes and insects bit into her, and she finally descended into complete madness.
Chapter 15
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But the jailers remained utterly unmoved.
Chapter 15