Conquering His Cold Heart

After leaving her to Tilla’s company, Caspian headed towards his study room to see if Zenon had left anything on his desk.

‘I bet there are piles and piles of files that I have to go through. I haven’t been around for a week after all,’ Caspian thought to himself as he heaved a deep sigh. He could already imagine himself getting drowned in the sea of papers.

However, unlike what he had expected, there weren’t any papers on his desk yet. “Was he too busy to bring all the papers here?” he mumbled to himself while looking at his desk.

He then went to find the guards at his door and asked, “Wasn’t Zenon here this morning?”

The guard bowed his head and replied, “No, Your Majesty. He hasn’t come here since you had a meeting with him yesterday night.”

“Ah!” Caspian nodded and then asked again, “Then, have you seen him around?”

The guard kept his head down and answered, “I am not aware of his whereabouts, Your Majesty. Would you like me to send someone to fetch him?”

Caspian shook his hand and denied it. “No, it’s alright. He must be busy doing something.”

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Caspian looked back inside his study with the thought of keeping himself busy. However, he suddenly remembered that he had guests.

‘I better go and see what Hamilton is doing,’ he thought to himself and then headed towards the guest room where his cousin was staying in.

After reaching in front of the door, he gave a knock and then called, “Hamilton, it’s me.”

“Come in.”

Caspian heard Hamilton’s hoarse morning voice. He furrowed his brows thinking that Hamilton was still sleeping and then pushed the door open.

Hamilton wasn’t on the bed as Caspian had imagined. He was standing half-naked in front of the mirror and then wiping his face with a towel.

“Good morning, cousin,” Hamilton threw the towel on the bed and greeted Caspian as he picked up his shirt from the suitcase.

Caspian went and sat down on the chair nearby. And he asked Hamilton, “Did you just wake up? Prince Alexander already went home. You could have at least come to bid him farewell.”

Hamilton smiled and replied as he buttoned up his shirt, “He came here to say that he was leaving. I was still sleeping though because I went to bed very late.”

“So, you got to see him before he left then.” Caspian nodded.

Hamilton tucked his shirt inside his trouser and waited for Caspian to say what he came there to say. But when his cousin didn’t speak even when he finished adjusting his clothes, he sat down on the bed and then asked, “What is it? Why do you look so lost?”

Caspian shook his head and then sighed. “Nothing much. I was just thinking about something.”

Hamilton waited for Caspian to elaborate on it, however, he looked lost again. He understood why Caspian’s mind kept on wandering around though.

“You must be thinking about that incident,” he mumbled.

Caspian was brought back to reality. He clasped his hands together and then nodded his head in agreement. “I have asked Zenon to find out the real culprit responsible for that attack. I hope we will find him soon.”

This time, Hamilton was the one who went silent. He thought for a while and then asked Caspian, “So, you don’t think it was the King who ordered the attack?”

Caspian shrugged and replied, “I am not denying that fool is capable of doing something stupid like that. But at the same time, I want to believe that he isn’t that stupid enough to push his Kingdom towards a war just because he felt humiliated.”

“I mean, he got what he deserved, right?” Caspian looked for Hamilton’s affirmation.

Hamilton also agreed that what Caspian did to that King was justifiable. Any man would have done the same if someone behaved inappropriately with their wife, that also right in front of their eyes.

“I think you should have beat him up some more,” he said with a serious look on his face.

“You don’t know the things that he said to me before we departed from the castle.” He recalled his last interaction with Everard and then said, “I didn’t say this to you before because I didn’t want to ruin your mood which wasn’t that good to begin with. But…”

“What is it?” Caspian leaned forward and perked his ears, thinking that Hamilton had some clues regarding that attack.

Hamilton cleared his throat and then took a deep breath before sharing what Everard had told him, “It looks like that werewolf is too fixated on our Queen. He was saying things like how he finally knew that he and our Queen were meant to be together and how he didn’t care if she was already married to you.”

Caspian’s body reacted on its own before he could even properly process what he just heard. His sharp claws protruded on their own and his eyes shone as if he was ready to kill everyone and anyone who was in front of him.

Hamilton quietly slipped away from Caspian’s direct line of sight, not wanting to face Caspian’s piercing glare.

“And?” Caspian’s cold glare followed Hamilton. And he asked in a low growling voice that was enough to stir up fear in anyone’s heart, “What else did that bastard blab about?”

Hamilton took a deep breath again and replied, “From what he said to me, it sounded as though he wasn’t ready to give up on our Queen just yet.”

He also clenched his fists in rage and said, “I will quote his exact words to you. ‘I am going to make her mine, one way or another. And I won’t stop at anything until I do that.’”

Caspian instantly got up on his feet and smashed the chair that he was sitting on. He screamed in rage and kept on kicking the shards of the chair while imagining that he was hitting Everard.

“That bastard said that? Is he that eager to meet his dead father?” He shouted and continued kicking the chair, ultimately turning those woods into dust. He even damaged the floorboard a little in the fit of his rage.

He then headed towards the door while announcing, “I am going to Xanmar right now and killing him on his throne.”