Emelyn was torn. Torn with her mission and torn with her feelings. She knew she was supposed to break Edward and create a new Mayain, yet she liked how she was being treated in Kordania. At the start, the woman thought she could be destroying her enemies, yet it looked like she saved it alongside Edward. What was better? Creating a better place or leaving another one in despair? The girl couldn’t forget her goal. She couldn’t be selfish and forget everything with Mayain, as they deserved. For about a week, Emelyn was happy and enjoyed her job. 

But when she figured the pressure and everything that went with it, she didn’t love it this much anymore. A month later, her schedule was filled with meetings-casual nightmares- speeches and couple discussions. Yes, it was part of her schedule, she didn’t know why herself. In her husband’s opinion, they needed to plan some time together to discuss everything about the kingdom and their relationship. Sarah hated that. 

Most of all, she was stuck with the man she hated the most in the entire world, and she also had to get couple therapy? Pathetic. Both glared at each other in hatred, their eyes meeting in a way to remind the other how much hate they kept. And yet. Emelyn looked at the King with mixed feelings- a bunch of hate, but also some admiration-, and himself looked at her Queen with simple hate. Nothing much. Every time they’d look at each other, they’d look like they were about to snap. The amount of animosity reigning between them was crazy. 

And yet. Even though the man had the option to throw her away like a piece of garbage, he didn't decide to do so. Instead, he’d keep her with him, as if he genuinely cared about her. Did Edward even bother caring, though? Probably not. That would come from his father, a ruthless manner to make others think you’re great. Classic Meyer- which made the woman despise him some more. 

Frederick was in a dungeon with high protection, about ten knights surrounding his cell. He’d try to escape from time to time, yet he was slowly becoming psycho, the effect of being captured holding his thoughts in place. Nobody dared to speak to him; Frederick would repeat the words “Revenge” and “Kill” along with a few incoherent sentences. 

Well, that’s what they’ve been told. Emelyn believed them as she knew how much pain the man has been through, as his insane thoughts would be taking over easily. Like father like son, the girl thought. Both had a secret pain they’ve been hiding, carrying the pressure from their ancestors. They lived like that, without having any other options. Yet her husband was saving them all. 

Saving was a logical word to that since he would be bringing new thoughts, yet his manners were making her doubt. Destroying some buildings to rebel against the government? Hire a scientist in the rival kingdom which had questionable links with his father- the king himself? The only thing that reassured the young queen is that he had the same ideas than her. They were fighting for the same cause. Simply, with the way he’s been raised, he had the reflex to use violence. 

Once or twice a week, the King would organize a meeting with Emelyn, to speak to the nobles about the political events. They would judge the global situation, whether there’s a new criminal or something happening around- there was always something. Yet the convesations were boring Sarah because if she’d try to speak, the King would ask her to raise her hand to ask for that permission. Stupid rights. She knew he preferred keeping those selfish thoughts alive only because he could play with her. 

So one morning, the woman woke up in her room, her alarm reminding her to stay awake. The girl tiredly hit her night table, almost breaking it, and stood up. She rubbed her eyes and groaned with a small pout, feeling a bit sore. Why did she have to attend every single meeting? If the King was the one to make the decisions and that she didn’t have a word in it, why bother? She was a spectator in that whole situation, which was angering her. 

Keeping her intrusive thoughts out of the way, Emelyn walked to her closet and rummaged through her dresses. She was outraged she couldn’t wear pants, as every day looked to be the same. Her choice stopping on a simple salmon-colored dress, the girl brushed her hair and let them loose, deciding to get a slight touch of fantasy by adding a small flower behind her ear. Adjusting her crown over her head, the Queen then stepped through the halls, muttering to herself quietly as she entered the Royal Counsel Room. 

She sat by Edward and kept her poker face, pouting a bit as she remained straight. She couldn’t say a single word, nor look in his direction, so that annoyed her a lot. He wasn’t even throwing her a glance, which helped her with that. A few seconds later, everyone was into the room, including nobles with fancy dresses and tuxedo. The man then cleared his throat and dropped his fist to the table, catching everyone’s attention. 

“Greetings, my nobles. Greetings, Sarah. Now, we may discuss the issues. Duke Alastair of North Kordania, what are the news?” He questioned, throwing the concerned one a glance. 

The man was dressed casually, his red hair covering his green eyes, giving him an Irish look. He wore a dark blue tuxedo as he had a small mustache, his expression full of disdain and superiority. Which wasn’t surprising for a noble, naturally. 

“Hello, My King...We haven’t gotten a lot of problems in the North of Kordania, yet there are still women trying to rebel against your new laws. They scream The Breaker’s name with signs. My guards have been trying to stop them, but they’re telling them that if nobody hears them, the world will. Those women are ready to make a deal with The Breaker through the way, to be sure his laws would be back.” 

At the mention of The Breaker’s name, all the nobles gasped, starting to whisper among them in surprise. The Breaker was Edward’s father, Frederick. Nobody dared to whisper his real name- it was a taboo. Whoever would be surprised supporting Frederick would be accused of betrayal against Kordania and would be in jail. Yet the fact that some people still agreed the old king’s ways was infuriating Edward. Even though he kept his poker face, Emelyn saw it in his eyes that he was trying to keep his cool. 

“For that crime, the punishment is jail. Lock them in a secured place and make them understand that I am now the King, and that here, The Breaker’s name is worth nothing. My father doesn’t deserve this approval.” The King stated with anger, looking straight at Alastair with hatred. 

The man nodded, as the conversation on going back and forth. Viscount Addilyn from the South of Kordania mentioned a few robbers, yet there wasn’t any problems except that and those unhappy citadians. What Emelyn and Edward weren’t expecting is that Duke Henry hadn’t spoken yet. He was waiting for the best time, at the complete end. It made a bomb effect, as that man never speak once in the history of all the meetings.