Igor’s mind spun erratically, his breathing growing heavy. Basil noticed the slight change in his aura.
“I never thought of this… I… I did not expect that we would meet like this…” His body shivered, albeit momentarily. Igor straightened his clothes and wiped the sweat from his palms in his bottoms before proceeding to sweep his hair back.
Basil stared in wondrous curiosity. “Your Majesty, what’s your connection to Count Alessin? I know you’ve met the Count in the royal place a few times. Oh, come to think of it, the Countess was of royal blood from Chrichton…”
Then, at that moment, Basil realized something and quickly shut his mouth.
‘Oh my god! Was His Majesty’s first love the Countess’s daughter? Not Princess Helena? So he expects them to offer the Countess’s daughter and not the princess?!’
Basil’s legs wobbled at the sudden revelation.
Igor glanced over his shoulder and looked at him without denial of affirmation. He threw his head back to the window and looked at the port with a nervous face struck on his face. His look affirmed Basil’s theory.
“My goodness, Your Majesty, what is all this… is she here to plead to step down from the marriage?”
Igor gave a deep sigh as he looked out the window. He softly muttered, “I suppose so. There’s no other reason she would meet me than to ask for that.”
“Is that why you did not explicitly ask for the princess’s name at the time and instead used a vague phrase to ask for a woman with royal blood? I thought your action foolish back then. Who writes official documents between two conflicting parties so vaguely? Now I know, but why do you have to do this? If you had plans to marry her, why did you not personally propose to her yourself? Though she’s of royal blood, she’s not of Chrichton’s direct lineage. Marrying her was acceptable.”
“Then she’d run away and hide…”
Basil was stupefied and looked at Igor as if a stupid child. He did not understand why the young lady would run away the moment he proposed to her.
“Umm… Your Majesty, did she borrow money from you? How much is it?”
Igor’s face darkened and looked at Basil pathetically. An arrow struck Basil’s pained heart seeing his cold response.
Basil cleared his throat. “So what will you do, Your Majesty? Will you accept her request to meet you? She waits alone in a room at the port.”
The king’s countenance grew impatience, a sight Basil rarely saw. He’d always been a brilliant boy from an early age and his abilities in recent years had been nothing but terrifying. He turned to the sea to improve their naval power and eventually won against Chrichton.
It had been a while since Basil bore witness to Igor’s weakness and all be damned should he miss this opportunity to gain some leverage.
“Then, we can refuse. I’ll go to their messenger right now and…”
“Shut up,” Igor said.
The king quietly gave a message to the noblewoman’s messenger, ordering her to be brought to the ship. Her request for time alone with Igor was accepted.
When the messenger went out, Basil chimed in. “Well, this is great too. Weren’t you upset that you never had the chance to meet the young lady when you were a child? If you could take this opportunity to explain…”
“Don’t tell her.”
“Pardon?” Basil was confused.
Igor strode up to Basil, emphasizing each and every word stringing out of his mouth. “You should never tell her that I’d gone to see her that day.”
“Am I not supposed to?”
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A bright idea popped into Basil’s head.
‘Why don’t I take this opportunity to end my relationship with him and run away? I don’t want to suffer under his viciousness anymore. Over the past few years, I’ve grown old suffering from excessive work… ugh… I just want to rest.’
“Then if I open my mouth, well this be the end for you and me, right? Will you fire me?”
No,” Igor said dismally, “Because I’ll kill you myself.”