How the Abandoned Queen Made That Man Kneel (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 139

Shallen Riche sat alone in a small waiting room attached to the back of the Kan Palace’s council chamber. To an outsider, his face might have looked like that of a prisoner awaiting execution.

Yet, inwardly, he was surprised to find himself remarkably devoid of thoughts.

Over the past few days—nay, the past few years—countless events had unfolded. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the period since he broke off his engagement with Kasallin Robepon had been the most tumultuous of his life.

He had gained much and lost much. His greed knew no bounds, he repeated foolish mistakes, and nothing remained that could be called a success.

Yet his mind felt as empty as a blank sheet of paper. Since Kasallin had completely bid him farewell in the plains’ barracks, it was as if he had lost the ability to think, as if he had lost everything.

Above all else, what shocked Shallen the most was that Kasallin’s feelings for Parnes Escalo seemed far from ordinary.

He had thought they had merely joined hands as allies for their respective purposes.

So, Shallen could never have imagined that Kasallin, pregnant, would come all the way there. At least, the Kasallin he knew was not a woman reckless enough to do such a thing.

At that moment, Kasallin’s expression seemed to say she was so worried about Parnes that she could think of nothing else. A blind affection for one person was vividly etched on her face.

It was not the injury from Parnes, nor the leg that refused to move, nor the betrayal of his vassals that had completely broken Shallen’s will.

It was that expression on Kasallin’s face, clearly visible even as he writhed in pain.

“Your Majesty, it is time to enter the council chamber.”

A guard spoke through the waiting room’s door. Shallen waved off the maids who approached to assist him and stood on his crutches himself.

He did not know much, but he had no desire to let the nobles see him limping along, supported on both sides like a hundred-year-old man. Even if it was shameful or ridiculous, he wanted to walk on his own. It seemed a faint desire to maintain some dignity as a king still lingered within him.

“His Majesty arrives.”

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