The Royal Romance Heir in Real Life,
King Christopher and Queen
Patricia were in a last-minute meeting called by the council.
The Royals went off, and the Queen read the room and then snapped.
The King finally found his balls, and they had gotten quite large.
Bartholomey had informed the King and Queen that he was labeling them unfit to raise their own child and appointed himself Regent. When Bartholomey reached for the baby, all hell broke loose.
The King and Queen both stepped back while preparing to go into Poppa and Mamma bear mode. The Queen gently placed her hand on her husband's shoulder, signaling him to allow her to handle it.
The King reluctantly agreed and turned to Olivia and handed the child to her. He gave her a look that she recognized as a signal to protect the child with her life -- something she would do regardless of being asked.
Olivia stepped away with the child, taking her into another room to avoid upsetting her.
The Queen waited patiently until Olivia and the baby were out of sight, then turned to face the council.
"Now, let me make sure I have this correct. All of you got together and planned amongst yourselves that my husband, your King, and I, your Queen, are not fit to raise our child? Is that what you all are saying? I wanna make sure that I'm getting this straight."
The entire room went quiet, except for Bartholomey.
The Queen quickly held her hand up, shutting him up so she could speak. "You have no idea as to what you've just done. So, let me enlighten every one of you right now, so there"s no misunderstandings. How in the hell are you going to give our child to a man who squandered all of his house funds and left his two sons to almost become homeless and starve while he pretended to be in a coma for many years?
We have a daughter, and with all the pedophiles in the world, you all want us to give him our daughter to raise? Sure, this would be easy for you, Adelaide. Something like this is not new to you; you allowed the male cooks and the housekeepers to raise Madeline. And Landon, you bought your daughter dogs to keep her company, so you didn't have to talk to her. And Hakeem, you and your wife really need to accept the fact that your son is gay and stop trying to make him what he's not.
Now, back to you, Bartholomey, and please take notes if you need to."
The Queen walked up to Bartholomey, close enough to kiss him, and said, "I will kill you or anyone who tries to take my baby."
She then headbutts him, causing him to fall flat on his back.
The King reached for his Queen, but she looked at him with eyes of fire. The Queen's voice became deep with a hint of rage; he knew at that point that she had snapped.
She took off her jewelry and slipped off her heels. Before anyone could react, she flipped over the table that separated them from the group of nobles. Her yell echoed and boomed throughout the palace.
The Queen reached under her dress, pulled out a Glock, pointed it at Bartholomey's head, and said, "As Queen of Cordonia, I hereby sentence you, Bartholomey, to death."
The old man's lifeless body fell at the King's feet, who stood in shock at his Queen's actions.
Bastien was strangely silent and never moved to stop the Queen, nor did the King.
The Queen began to walk over to Landon and his wife and placed her gun to Landon's forehead, then tilted her head to the side and said, "Now, for the re-vote; who here agrees with this dead man, that my husband and I are unfit to raise our child? Speak now, or forever hold your peace!"
The voices that said nay sounded throughout the room.
The Queen turned and said, "That's what I thought!"
The King stepped up to his Queen, gently kissed her on the forehead, and took the gun out of her hand.
For the first time, the King spoke to his council members.
"I, along with my Queen, are very disappointed in every one of you. With that said, this council has proven itself untrustworthy and does not serve the purpose for which it was created. I don't know what Bartholomey had on each of you to make you turn on us with such vindictiveness and disloyalty. In truth, we don't care. I know that I cannot have people like you around me and my family."
The King motioned for Bastien to bring him his briefcase. He opened it, pulled out three folders, walked over to each noble, and handed them one with their house names.
He then instructed them to open their folder and read the contents. Each noble read the documents and a look of fear formed on their faces all at once.
"My Queen and I had these prepared months ago because we were preparing for something like this to happen, but we didn't know when we would need it
We wanted to make sure that we had all of the ammo we required to destroy whatever was being planned in those tiny little minds of
yours. Have you taken the time to look around and observe the fact that not all members are here for your treasonous vote of no
confidence? The bylaws strictly say: that all members of the council are required to hold such a vote. It also says: that if the members
are unable to show just cause, their votes were coerced, threatened harm to oneself, their family, or noble standing, the reigning monarch has the authority to enforce a sanction on those who had
brought said claim without proof.
You all let this man lying here to fill your heads with dreams or promises of things you didn't earn. And you let your greed for hunger and power blind you to the fact that you had no idea who you were dealing with. My father was a son-of-a-bitch, but I learned two things from him that has helped me my whole life: stay one step ahead of all of those you rule and be prepared for the bullshit.
My Queen and I have been preparing for your bullshit, and this is, as they say in chess -- Checkmate!"
The next morning the newspaper stated the King and Queen had stepped down, and all noble houses were to be broken up and unrolled. The only exceptions were: Ramsford, Lythikos, Fydelia, Domvalier, Cormery Isle, and Valtoria.
The King and Queen purchased Valtoria with their own money and lived in a democracy ever after.
