The Royal Mark-Chapter 345: Expecting
As soon as the guard took Lulu away, Elsa went back to the castle and went to King Mordrak’s room to talk to him about Lulu. It was still early but he didn’t find him there, so she went to the throne room but he was not there too.
Walking from one room to another was already making her dizzy so she decided to sit in the hallway first when a demon servant saw her.
"Your Majesty, you look pale, is there something that I could do for you?"
"Yes, I am looking for the King, do you know where he is?" Elsa asked.
"I-I saw him walking towards Princess Milda’s room... Bu–"
Elsa abruptly stood up and went to the opposite wing of the castle where Milda was staying, but the servant ran after her.
"Y-Your Majesty, I-I don’t think it’s a good idea to go there at the moment. Let me inform the King’s chamberlain that you are asking for an audience with the King as soon as possible," the servant urged.
Elsa paused walking and turned around to face the servant. "Why do I have to do that just to speak with the King? Aren’t I going to be your Queen soon? And why is it not a good time to go to him now, it’s not like they are having sex right now, right?" Elsa jested, but the worried and awkward expression on the servant’s face says it all.
"Hmm, so they are indeed having sex this early in the morning," Elsa added.
"I-I didn’t say that, Y-Your M-Majesty, I just–’
"That’s okay. Don’t worry, I don’t care if they do. He can bed anyone that he wants for all I care. I just need to talk to him urgently. Go ahead and tell the King’s chamberlain that I am asking for an audience as soon as possible.
I will be waiting for him in the garden. So tell him to hurry up fucking my aunt or I will burn down his beloved garden. I am furious and I need to speak to him before I lose all my remaining patience."
The servant bowed and departed immediately. Elsa smirked and walked toward the garden. Her vision quickly began to blur, and her knees gave way.
However, someone caught her before she completely collapsed onto the marble floor.
"Are you alright, Your Majesty?" asked a woman in her fifties.
"Help me, I feel nauseous, I think I’m going to throw up..." Elsa muttered before swiftly gagging and covering her mouth.
The woman helped her to her feet and led her to the nearest door exit.
Elsa ran to the bushes and vomited everything she had eaten for breakfast. The woman supported her by holding up her hair and patting her back until she was finally done.
She guided Elsa to the nearest chair she could find and introduced herself. "Your Majesty, I am Beatrice, Lulu’s mother. I have been informed that my daughter has already been taken by the guards and I immediately looked for you as Lulu had instructed me beforehand."
Elsa leaned on the back of the chair while gently massaging her aching forehead and stomach. "Did she explain everything to you?" Elsa asked.
"Yes, My Queen, and for that I owe my life to you. The whole family is truly grateful for your kindness," Beatrice said.
"Don’t thank me yet, we are just starting. But we might need to change our plans slightly," Elsa informed Beatrice before sitting up straight to look directly at her.
"You are not backing out right?" Beatrice worriedly asked.
"No, of course not. I wouldn’t do that. You know that I never wanted to be here in the first place. But you see, I think I am pregnant, that’s why I am getting sick like this," Elsa replied.
Beatrice’s eyes widened and she immediately lowered her head. Elsa caught this and asked, "You knew something didn’t you? I know you are human but it is not impossible that the demons might already know that I am indeed expecting, just like how werewolves and vampires can hear a heartbeat, they must have picked up I have another one in me. Does the King know?"
Beatrice gulped as she fidgeted her fingers and slowly took a small bottle from her pocket and gave it to Elsa. "He does, and he gave this to his chamberlain to help you with the pregnancy sickness. I put a few drops on your drink every morning, but I guess I should have put more since it’s not helping at all."
Elsa closed her eyes as she tried to control her anger. Her emotions lately were all over the place and now she perfectly knows why. And the last thing she wants is her emotions to affect her unborn child.
"You have been feeding me this and you didn’t even bother to tell me?" Elsa exclaimed.
"I-I apologize, please forgive me. The chamberlain said that the King wanted to tell you the news himself. The King would kill me and my family if I disobey him. Also, there’s no need to worry, My Queen, that is completely safe. I had taken that when I was pregnant and so is every pregnant woman in the kingdom," Beatrice explained.
"Fine, let’s forget about it. Now that it is confirmed, I need to eat more healthy food for my baby. And since I threw up everything already, get me another set of breakfast. I will eat here while waiting for the King," Elsa ordered and Beatrice left immediately.
Elsa stared at the small bottle in her hand and murmured, "Safe, huh?" before putting it in her pocket.
She was feeling much better after throwing up everything but still weak. When she glanced at the garden in front of her, she saw beautiful tulips and daffodils, she decided to pick them up so she could bring them to her room later to elevate her mood.
Beatrice didn’t take long and returned quickly with chicken and egg soup and orange juice. Elsa was already in the middle of eating when King Mordrak arrived.
Beatrice bowed but the King didn’t pay attention to her.
"You were looking for me?" King Mordrak asked.
"Yes, I do. But before that, let me thank you for taking care of me, thank you for your gift," Elsa said while observing the demon king closely.
King Mordrak frowned, tilted his head, and questioned Elsa, "What gift?"
Elsa took out the bottle from her pocket and showed it to Mordrak, "This perfume, I really like the scent of it."
King Mordrak extended his hand to take the bottle from her but she quickly retracted it back and brought it to her nose, pretending to smell it and acting as if she was enjoying the scent of it.
