"Your Majesty, the crown prince arrives."
The Queen Dowager frowns but she hides it in her poker face.
"Your Majesty." Dwayn bows to show his respect.
The Queen waves her hand.
"This old me doesn't need your courtesy. I know why you are here." She said and looked at the maids and servants.
They all tacitly leave them.
Aside from Dwayn, Three is also behind him.
The Queen taps her finger on the table.
"How about you serve this old me some tea?"
Dwayn lips twitch.
"Yes Queen."
Dwayn looks at Three.
Three bows and left the room.
The two sat down.
Dwayn slowly pours the tea.
"You must be wondering why I take back my punishment to Prince Diego."
Dwayn smiles.
"I am curious but dare not question Her Majesty."
The Queen snorts.
"You are really your father's son. One is coaxing this old woman and one who is threatening me."
"........" Dwayn raised his head.
"Threatening?"
The Queen smiles.
"I am the former Empress. Your acting is really good but not good enough for someone like me."
"If you say so. Then how come theKing fooled you for decades?" Dwayn smiles brightly
The Queen glares at him.
"How dare you! You really think I am no longer able to punish you?"
Dwayn sits down comfortably in the chair.
"Three." He softly said.
The door opened.
The Queen angrily flared up seeing this arrogant Dwayn.
But soon her attention came to the man slowly walking inside the room.
He is thin and ugly, malnourished and dark but as his mother, she instantly recognized the man.
"Dezir!" Her body trembles as she stands up.
She almost fainted but her eyes refused to look away from the man.
"Mother."
The soft voice of the man she dreamed day and night.
"No...No...This...My son?" she burst in tears.
Not knowing if she will wait for him to walk his way to them or she would run to him.
"Mother!"
"Dezir!"
The two hugs each other tight.
The Queen looks at his son then she grabs his hand and looks at the birthmark in his palm then she grabs his leg pants and wants to see another birthmark on it.
When she saw them she burst in an even louder cry.
She punched him but couldn''t bear to hurt him.
"Why? Why? How...Where?"
Dezir bites his lower lip and hugs his old woman.
"Mother….Demetri imprisoned me underground for more than 2 decades…"
"Demetri?" The Queen sharply turned her head to Dwayn who was now standing politely.
"Your Majesty, I wish to talk to you about my enthronement."
"Your….enthronement?" Her eyes are bloodshot.
"Mother, I have no desire for the throne. I rather live with you peacefully."
"Dezir, you should be the King!"
The Queen said.
Dwayn smiles.
"You two should talk with each other first. I will come back later."
Dezir looks at Dwayn.
"You promise."
Dwayn smiles.
"It must be hard to accept but You can trust me."
Dezir sneers.
"Others will laugh at me for trusting that triators son but I know I will not regret."
There is determination in his eyes.
Dwayn smile disappear.
He walks away without saying anything.
Dwayn sighs after looking at the bright sunshine.
Three walks to his side.
"Do you think the Queen will insist on putting Prince Dezir to become the King?"
Dwayn smiles.
"She can try. But she won't have that kind of idea later on."
Three nods.
"Do you wish to see Margarita Frost?"
Dwayn wryly smiles.
"I want to but...We are both busy. Right now, what we both want are results."
Three looks up.
"The weather is good."
Dwayn smiles.
"Is it?"
A/N:
Dudududu...