"YOU BLOODY IDIOT!" Natalia shouted at Kaleb as they sat in the parlor room away from the media circus outside the palace, and the furious King-to-be fuming in the foyer waiting to tear Kaleb to shreds.
Kaleb had done exactly what Robert told him not to do, and not only was Oliver furious, but so was Natalia.
"I did what I needed to do; no one would listen to me in this place, so the media did. We're already on the front cover of tabloids all across the globe and this will be on the cover for months to come, I deserve to be king, Oliver needs to stay in his place and let me as the oldest brother of us all to fulfill duties as King!" Kaleb defended.
"You are so stubborn! Why can't you just leave well enough alone?! The queen is doomed for murdering her husband, and her husband is the king! This country needs someone who is already prepared to take the throne, why don't you just do as Robert did? Flee! He did it, he didn't want the throne, and you don't deserve the throne-"
"The only reason why you're even saying all of this is because your precious Oliver is still divorcing you, and you won't have a meal ticket anymore, and the both of us are in love with the same woman...who just so happens not to be you."
Natalia looked to Kaleb like he'd grown two heads. "This has nothing to do with Oliver! I don't give a flying fuck about who you selfish bastards love. Just because she may give the best blow jobs doesn't mean she's wife material. And besides honey...you weren't even good in bed." She scoffed crossing her arms over her chest.
"Obviously Oliver thought she was good enough to marry, and I know for a fact she's marriage material because I was going to marry her, that was until your bloody husband kidnapped her and held hostage for 3 days. And don't even go there with the no being in bed, last time I checked you were the one coming back to me with trips to Ireland for a taste of this, but you're a one hitter quitter Natalia. I deserve a woman who's going to be there for me, not what's in my wallet or the power I have. I need a woman fit to be a queen, Tanya is and always be that woman. Get. Over. It."
With those words Kaleb side stepped her and exited out of the room slamming the door behind him.
~*~
"It's about time you pick up your bloody phone!" Oliver hissed as he sat on his bed after endlessly pacing the room running his hand through his head relentlessly.
"Oliver...I don't know what the fuck your problem is...but we're not friends. I only answered to tell you to stop calling, when you wake me up you wake Quinton up and Quinton's cries wake up Chloe! Leave me alone Oliver, I know about the exposure Kaleb let out, but there's nothing I can-" Tanya was about to finish her tongue lashing when the loud cries of Quinton wailed.
Tanya let out a tiresome sigh. "Look what you've done, goodbye Oliver, don't call me again." Tanya finished hanging up the phone before he could say a word to her.
He threw his phone across the room and allowed it to break apart. He let out a frustrated scream, and just decided to get it over with; he was finally going to talk to his mother since before the murder. There was only one person he felt he could go to for guidance and encouragement, considering his uncle had fled the country and he didn't trust his soon to be ex-wife. Tanya was the only person in the world he felt he could trust...and she didn't even want to hear his voice.
~*~
"Your majesty, it wouldn't be wise for you to-" The guard that secured the cellar cells said as he reached the last step to the basement.
"I don't care what you believe isn't unwise of me, your opinion on what goes on with me and my mother are none of your concern, now open the gate." He demanded not even sparing the man a glance.
He watched his mother as she lay on the cot in her cell with her back turned to him. She wore peasant cloths since her previous attire was covered in dried crimson red blood. The guard didn't waste any time in opening the cell, he immediately backed away right when he heard the gate screech open.
Oliver slowly approached his mother, he heard her sniffle which meant she had to have been receiving a cold.
"Bring us down some green tea, and make sure to include lemon slices as well," Oliver demanded to the guard that stood right beside the cell of his mothers. The guard looked to his superior the same head guard that gave Oliver a hard time in opening the cell.
"Carry on," He said giving the guard his permission.
He left to fetch Oliver's request and Oliver turned back to his mother who was now facing him.
"Mum?" He called out to her.
"Oh my darling Oliver," She cooed as she smiled weakly at him and slowly rose off the cot on the floor.
They embraced and stood there for a brief 5 minutes till Oliver broke the silence.
"We need to talk."
~*~
1 Y E A R L A T E R...
"Almost over a year has gone by since King Thomas had been murdered by his wife, and debate after debate on who between Prince Oliver and Prince Kaleb, there had become an unanimous decision on who shall take on the dutiful roll as King at the upcoming Coronation." The reporter on the television said as Tanya browsed through her mail.
She sat on the couch as Chloe was at school and Quinton was on her lap playing with his stuffed monkey.
She was going through the countless bills that were for her home, and she'd even received one of the weekly letters from her aunt. She hadn't spoken to Kaleb since he'd flown to Minnesota to get her back after breaking news to her that he was going to be king, this was a week after Oliver had called her, and the time he'd called her and she told him to leave her alone...she hadn't heard a word from him.
Kaleb was so set on getting her to move back to Walleria, to be his wife, and to be his queen, she couldn't give him any answer except the words 'You are dead to me.' He'd left her alone to wallow in his self-pity for a month, before getting back to the task at hand...becoming the king.
No one had seen Robert, apparently he'd relocated himself to Brazil where he thought he couldn't be found and no one would know who he was...but of course someone always knows. But he definitely didn't fret any.
Tanya had moved out of her aunts and uncles, and stayed in her own place in Minnesota. Her other family members of course chewed her ass about the chaos she'd brought to the family after the supposed wedding, and demanded to know why any of them weren't invited...as if she'd give a rats ass about their opinions.
Oliver and Natalia divorced, but their son Calvin couldn't have been a bigger blessing, Natalia had moved into her own mansion in London and Oliver got to see his son often even with all the chaos going on with monarchy, the only children he never saw...were his son and daughter but Tanya made sure to send him pictures and kept him up to date on their health, which of course he was thankful for. The country had almost fallen if it weren't for Oliver taking over, which gained him brownie points considering Kaleb knew nothing about trade, and knowing all the right people.
The queen was sentenced to 24 years to life with chance of probation, of course Oliver visited her once a day even if it were an important event going on, he would stop the world just to visit his mother, no one could take that away from him.
Life just went on.
Tanya came across a shiny red envelope wrapped in a gold ribbon. She furrowed her brows confused as she set the rest of the mail on the coffee table and opened it.
The contents inside were beyond the words of shocking.
'Prince Oliver Sterling here by requests the presence of Tanya Baltimore to attend his upcoming Coronation...'
The invitation provided a time and date, and even told her to RSVP. Her mouth was gaped in surprise. She hadn't received a letter from Oliver, she wasn't even sure he'd received her pictures of the children, he must've cause how else could he have gotten her address, unless he had someone hunt her down again. Which was likely.
When Quinton began trying to pry the letter out of Tanya's grasp she was snapped out of her thoughts.
Looks like Kaleb failed to complete his mission, the only question now would be...will she step a foot back in Walleria to attend...or would she tear the letter to shreds and forget he'd even sent her something. She had to think fast considering the Coronation was to be in 3 days' time.