She Is Dead
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Beatrice smiled, making sure that Alvina was listening before she said slowly and clearly, “Your parents. . . I! Killed! Them!”
Alvina’s eyes widened as she immediately looked up into Beatrice’s mocking eyes.
“What?” Alvina breathed out, her throat and head suddenly beginning to hurt.
This only made Beatrice’s smile wider, and her eyes smiled menacingly with the rest of her face.
“My mom and I sent the people that killed the King and Queen the day when they were returning. Have you ever wondered why the assassins were so skilled and prepared? Even the ministers said that it was weird how the assassins knew the King’s schedule and route perfectly well. How is that possible? Because my mom and I knew the King and Queen’s exact route! Hahahaha!”
Alvina’s face was red with anger as she lifted one arm out and slapped Beatrice across the face while she was laughing.
“Ah!” The force of the slap was so big that Beatrice fell off of the chair, landing onto the pile of hay and dirt. Finally, the sound of laughter in the cell stopped.
“Urgh!! Ack!” Beatrice immediately jumped up, trying to brush off the hay and dirt, but the dress had been stained, and there was no way to restore it to its original state just by brushing and rubbing it.
Beatrice glared at Alvina and turned around, “Come in!”
A girl walked into the room, and Alvina immediately recognized it to be Charlotte, her lady-in-waiting.
She was holding a rope about six feet long.
Probably because of guilt, but Charlotte didn’t dare look at Alvina the entire time as she walked in.
Beatrice smiled grimly, staring into Alvina’s eyes as she gently used her fingers to rub the cheek that Alvina had slapped. Her skin was very pale, and the red mark of Alvina’s fingers could be clearly seen on her beautiful face.
Beatrice had inherited her mother’s beautiful features, and in terms of appearance, she was indeed better than Alvina, who was more elegant than pretty.
However, even so, Beatrice was still jealous of Alvina.
That is human nature. . . No matter what you have, you are still greedy for the things you don’t have and envy the things that others have.
“I’m done with my story now. . . And now, it’s time for your story to come to an end.”
She clapped her hands together, and a second later, a guard stepped into the small cell.
Alvina didn’t try to struggle as the guard walked over and forcefully hit her on her left temple. Her vision blurred and the next second, she had lost all consciousness.
After Alvina had collapsed down onto the floor, Beatrice’s smile disappeared as she angrily took a deep breath and clenched her fists together.
“Hang her!”
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“Lucius! Lucius!” Beatrice burst into the Audience Room, and the talking inside immediately stopped.
All of the ministers looked over at Beatrice, and several furrowed their eyebrows slightly at her recklessness. If it had been Alvina, she would have definitely not burst into the room like this.
However, thinking about the Prime Minister’s Death and the money they had lost because of the uneven distribution, the ministers pushed the late Queen to the back of their heads again.
The meeting with the ministers was still going on because there were many things to organize and discuss about the accession of a new King and Queen, and the late Queen being sentenced to life imprisonment in the Boltonite.
Lucius stood up from his chair, “Beatrice, what are you doing here?”
Beatrice took a deep breath and ran over to Lucius, falling into his embrace.
Then, speaking loud enough so everyone inside the room could hear, she stuttered, “I. . . I just went to visit my sis - Alvina to take one last look at her, but. . . but then I saw. . .”
She burst into tears and it took a minute until Lucius was able to calm her down again.
“What did you see?”
Beatrice gulped, “I saw. . . I saw - Alvina is dead! She hanged herself!”
Everyone inside the room gasped as Beatrice began crying again.
The next minute, Lucius Cohen and several ministers were going into the Boltonite to witness the scene themselves.
When they walked down the stairs into the dungeon, several of them crinkled their noses at the horrible smell and frowned from the coldness.
At the very end of the hall, a cell door was open.
Lucius and the ministers stopped in front of the door, and no one stepped in.
Right in front of them, Alvina Asber hung from a rope several feet above the ground.
Her chin rested against her chest, and the positioning of her body made her look like a ragged doll that no one played with anymore.
Slowly, Lucius stepped into the room and placed one finger up to Alvina’s nose.
A few seconds later, he turned around with a grave expression and stepped out of the cell, announcing:
“She is dead.”
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That night, Alvina’s body was thrown into a burlap sack, and several guards carried her quietly out of the palace after everyone had fallen asleep.
Lucius followed behind them, making sure that they completed their task well.
To the side of the forest, there was a huge lake that connected the Baldamia Empire to another land. It was at the border of the Empire, and it acted like some sort of protection against attacks from other nations or empires.
Few people ever came to this lake since it was right behind the palace, and only the people that lived in the palace could actually see this lake.
However, even so, this lake was only used as a location for people to view as they strolled around the palace grounds.
The guards stopped right in front of the lake and they walked to the end of the dock, where the water was much deeper.
Together, the two guards that were carrying the burlap sack threw it straight into the water, and a second later, it had disappeared.
They turned around, and walked back to the land after receiving the nod from King Lucius.
A traitor of the country did not deserve a formal funeral or burial.
And now, the traitor was gone once and for all.
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