Alpha’s Virgin Wife by Baby Charlene
Chapter 248 Raksha’s Frustration
NEXT MORNING.
Mato was dishevelled as he held the door open while the servants rushed Queen Jade and Prince Raksha into his herbal room. Both mother and son were unconscious and looked like they had stopped breathing.
“What happened to them?!” Mato demanded when the mother and son were finally set down on the seperate beds.
He noticed their faces were pale, depicting how drained and unwell they were.
“The maids just found them like this. They had gone to serve breakfast but met something else. It’s more like it had happened while they were asleep”, Pishan explained with a worried look, feeling thankful he hadn’t spent the night with Sukie like he had intended.
“That is strange”, Mato quirked his brows. “The Queen and I spoke just yesterday and she looked very healthy. Why would she and her son take ill on the same morning?”
He hurried to one of his tables and returned with a portion in a plate.
“Could they have been poisoned?” He mumbled as he took a spoonful of the plate content and applied on the Queen’s chapped lips.
He waited a few seconds, but the color did not change. He did same on Raksha’s lips, but the outcome was the same.
“They were not poisoned”, Mato’s face crumpled up. “What else could have happened?”
The old man seemed lost in thoughts.
“What can you do for them, Mato? I do not hink they have enough time”, Pishan urged. And taking a deep breath, the old man went ahead to do what he could.
***********************
AZALEA VILLAGE
***********************
Shilah wore her second pair of boots and stood up to behold the King staring at her from behind. He was holding Aksel and blowing light whistles at him. Shilah wouldn’t deny the father and son looked cute together, but she looked away and turned to the window.
Her countenance was as dull as the morning weather. Or perhaps, she was the only one thinking it was dull as she was in a bad mood.
The past hours had been terrible for her – pain, regret, revenge. She was pained over Jael’s death. She regretted bringing the King to see them. And she wanted revenge on the real culprits that’d hired Jael. Revenge. That was what she wanted.
Her heart ached each time she thought of Bastet and how the old woman would react upon seeing her daughter’s corpse. What would life become of her?
Shilah wondered if she needed to go to her and confess, but she also feared her relationship with the woman would be ruined forever. She equally feared her wrath. Why did things have to turn this sour between them?
…
Shortly, she felt a hand hold her from behind but did not bother to turn as she knew it was the King. Since the previous day, they’ve had very limited conversations, it made Shilah wonder what could be running through his mind. Formerly, she had wanted to be angry with him, but she also fixed herself in his shoes and realized she might have done the same. She just felt bad it had to be someone she knew.
“How do you feel now?” Dakota asked as he held on tight from behind. His arms brought some warmth to her skin.
Shilah knew she could not ignore the King. She couldn’t even stay angry at him.
“Not any better”, she sighed.
King Dakota rolled his hands down to her waist and held her there.
“I am sorry about yesterday, Shilah. But, I needed to do what was necessary – it was a promise I made to my late mother”, he cooed.
Shilah drew in a deep breath and turned to face him. “We should get going. Hopefully, we might arrive Wind Walker in two days”.
She gave him a purposeful soft stare and walked away.
**************************
TWO DAYS LATER
**************************
Queen Jade and her son laid helplessly on their separate beds. Despite the thick covering on them, they still shivered like they were freezing to death.
For the past two days, they had been in the Physician’s local room, and though, it wasn’t conducive, they had no choice but to remain in it.
Raksha coughed profusely, his chest already too weak. He had been coughing for the past two days with no remedies, and he was already looking as pale as a corpse. His forehead trickled with sweat despite the cold they felt.
Queen Jade weakly turned from her bed to look at him. She wanted to comfort him, but her lips were too heavy to move.
Raksha continued coughing until he spat out blood.
“Where is Mato?” Queen Jade managed to grunt. The physician had left to get some herbs but was taking so long to return. Raksha’s stopped coughing, but his chest panted heavily like he was losing breath.
“What do you think, mother?” He spoke with difficulty. “We are being punished”.
The Queen arched her sweaty brows.
“Do you think falling ill all of a sudden is natural? This is not normal. The Physician has been trying to treat us for days, but no herbs has been working. We are being punished for our sins”.
“Keep shut…Raksha. Someone might hear you”, the Queen mumbled.
Raksha scoffed as he turned sideways to look at her. “And you think I care? Actually, mother. I am tired of holding this burden up my chest. I am tired and just need everyone to know!” He inhaled deeply and laid flat on the bed, staring upwards.
“Reflecting on the things I’ve done, I find it hard to believe they were actually done by me. From all the torment we brought on Queen Nana, to her planned death and setting Dakota up to get cursed. Then, Nosheba, the children, Shilah’s son…I cannot believe how many evil I’ve done in just one lifetime. Surely, it is enough to get me cursed”.
“Do not be unreasonable”, the queen coughed. “Everything you did was for your own good. You do not have to blame yourself…”
“My own good?” Raksha wanted badly to laugh, but he couldn’t. “What good exactly? All for the throne? Same throne that rightfully belonged to death? Same throne that made me a beta? Tell me, mother, despite all the atrocities I made, did I succeed in getting the throne? In the end we are losers. So, let’s get it straight – I didn’t do all those for my own good, I did them because you f0rced me to. You were just a selfish warrior who used me as her sword”.
His words were choking the Queen, but she tried to breath.
“All I did was fight for my son to be better. Yet I’m called selfish”.
“Because you were!” Raksha f0rcefully grunted. It cost him a lot, though, as he began coughing profusely.
Just then, Mato entered. And he flinched when he found the prince coughing painfully.
“Prince Raksha!” He hurried to him. “Oh! So sorry I took long! Just hold on. You’ll be fine”. He got him stable on the bed, then hurried to mix some herbs.
“Do not worry, the King and Shilah will be home soon. Just maybe, Shilah might be able to heal you”.
When Raksha heard the name, he turned to glance at his mother who had also been staring at him. The Queen could see it in her son’s eyes. She could see a frustrated man who was ready to confess. But she couldn’t let it happen.